I get on a writing phase, and then I get off of a writing phase. I do love to have this connection, though, so I keep hammering away. A high school friend (someone I competed with a lot for grades and class standing — and we ended up next to each other and BARELY squeaked into the top 10% — but we were there!) just had a HUGE sports success, so that’s fun, and taking a lot of my thought time.

Someone I 1. met, 2. recruited 3. convinced and then 4. grew frustrated with — eventually (not that long! three months tops!) quit with no notice — and said to my boss and my colleagues that it was in part because I was a bully.

No one self identifies as a bully, right? But bullies exist. And a dear friend said to me — and this is true! — I am very forthright, and, ahem, don’t suffer fools gladly. But this person was no fool — just someone who hadn’t worked in a teensy tiny non profit before.

So I am trying to temper my bulliness, and temper my frustration with, well, everything, so that I can be a kinder person. Just don’t tell my sister — who bullies me and I bully her. But I think that is kind of required in sibling relationships …

Okay, I’ll write again soon, I hope.