Now, I'm not talking about ferocity here. I'm meaning mean. Whether deliberate or unintentional, sometimes lions are just plain mean.
Today, I was caused to think about being mean. A couple of times in fact. Hence the post.
First, I am having a difficult time at work. See, I have this somewhat newish boss who I have zero confidence in. I'm feeling bored and not heard. She's a lovely enough lady. Comes from a very stiff, corporate environment and stands out like a sore thumb in our super chill tech world environment.
I'm baffled honestly. And in all of my baffled-ness, I think mean things. I say them, too. To friends and stuff. I talk about how incompetent I feel she is. How out of her element. How in over her head. How not connected to our reality. And in all of my mean thoughts, no matter how true it may be that I don't get why she is in the position she's in.... I'm simply becoming angry. Angry is kinda ugly. I don't like ugly.
So much of my day, I played it over and over in my head. My sanity is not even close to being jeopardized, but it's what I put at the forefront of my mind. Before it eats at me (or causes tension headaches!?) I need to move on, not be angry and play like a nice lion. Gentle lion. Kind lion. The kind of creature I really am.
And then, a wonderful friend created a conversation (one that needs to be discussed further and by more people) that got me to thinkin' about my attitude and level of mean. I'm guilty of judging people by their grammar, the way the spell (or misspell, rather), and even the way they speak or put words together. To consider someone 'less than' because of anything at all, is not who I thought I was. Funny how little moments cause a little lion to dig deep and deal.
Of course, the wheels in my little head turned non-stop. That's how I
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