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31 Days: Confront



I am working on a special project at work and the person I am working with is, how should I say this, a challenge. Today, I was confronted with the fact that this person and his disorganization and lack of communication skills is going to cost my company a large amount of money. I was also confronted with the fact that there is a good chance that this loss could have been prevented if someone had fought harder to move this project to another format that would have been profitable, even if that meant more work for them.

I felt like I should do something to confront this situation and fight for what I thought was right. I spent about an hour composing an email arguing my position. But when I was done and I was about to hit send, I was confronted with the feeling that I was doing this for all the wrong reasons. I wasn't confronting the disorganized person involved in the project, I was confronting the person who didn't fight for a change in the project. And I was confronted with the feeling that I was writing this email for all of the wrong reasons.

I hope that at some point, I became a better person and I realize the motivation behind the confrontation I am about to get involved in before I spend an hour on an email. Better yet, I hope that one day my brain doesn't even think in terms of who's right and who's wrong and accepts people for who they are, not who I think they should.

Confrontatation with one's self can be the hardest but the most rewarding.

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  1. Just popping in from the write 31 days challenge. I am #19 on the #write31days list. :)

    Oh but indeed eh? I'm glad you took that moment, to think it all through...personal reflection is a challenge.

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