Unpleasant words, an elevated volume, deadlines passed, 'first day' forever, so much work; are all part of the job. You would think as long as I have been at this leadership game, I would be better at it. I would have the sense to go into my office, close the door, bury my face in my sweater and scream to my heart's content.
Let's just say that hasn't happened in a long time, for a few reasons, least of them being there is so much of other people's things in front of my office door, that I cannot close it. I am an open-door manager to my own peril at times. This means I have to always be 'on stage'. Hiding is not an option.
Still pursing the 'gentle' road today, I had a lesson visit me in the flesh. You know the kind…frothing at the mouth and nails that grew an inch every time I thought to myself, "Seriously??" I was still holding on to my ears to keep my head from spinning around and around. I have struggled to be Christ-like over the last 24 hours. I stayed in the book of 1 Peter a while this morning to come back to the place of confidence. I can say that I do feel better about the trials of yesterday now. There are still issues to be resolved, and a kinder, gentler heart from where the resolution can rise from. At work, as in the matters of the heart, trials refine faith. Yesterday's angst was more directed at me for choices I had made than anything else. The inner fury that only a good talk with the Holy Spirit can help resolve has occurred. And an office door that I can close is steps away from where I sit.
No harm, no foul resulted in the explosion. I am blessed that it was a one-woman battle. I am thankful the bullseye was nowhere to be found. My goodness and consideration went in for routine maintenance this morning. Being a good example is part of the job.