Me, dancing to Brave, in front of open windows. Totally brave.
I had a bad week. Not the worst of my life, but I cried at work every day until today.
Today, I went into a meeting that had the potential to leave me in tears and instead I held firm. I politely and carefully explained that I was standing up for myself, for what I needed to keep myself healthy and happy and that I understood the consequences.
I turned down an offer which, while couched as a benefit for me, was intended to solve everyone’s problem but mine.
It was hard. It was scary and it was so worth it.
I spoke truth to power, then I went home and danced to Sara Bareilles’s Brave.
I’m here world, and this is exactly how big my brave is.
PS. I never could have done this without all the people who love me helping to validate that work was treating me unfairly and it was ok to stand up for myself. Love and thanks and then love again.
