So one of the things I love and hate about this week is the people in it. The people I'm close to and love, love, love even when we bump into different opinions and then the people who remind me uncomfortably of what I was like in my thirties. Opinionated, know it all, self proclaimed expert at matters of the spirit. Humility? Not a bit. Then mercifully I grew up. I like to think I'm tolerable to be around and that I work hard to listen to, empower and mentor others. However, I bumped into an abrasive person big time today. In a fairly public setting she accused me (and other organizers) of bullying. While she went on I attempted to take in information, but mostly I sat there thinking to myself "I'm going to gaze at you with all the compassion I can muster, but what I really want to do is slap you up the side of the head - bitch!"
Grown up? Enough to not say what I was thinking. But not grown up enough to not think it.
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