It's Not About Me

I just finished an anecdotal deadline, have to get up early for a meeting, am exhausted, the place is a mess, and I'm going to put off grocery shopping until tomorrow. (I opted for doing the shopping and am leaving U. with kitchen cleaning. Brings a whole new meaning to "fair trade.")

So naturally, I'm blogging instead of going to bed.

Just a quick note... my assistant's fiance was recently diagnosed with leukemia. It's very jarring for everyone of course. She's handling it well.

I, on the other hand, keep wanting to talk about me and my experiences. I don't like that tendency. I want to be helpful without needing to talk about myself. I think this is a sign of my not being completely healed from the experience yet. I suppose if I were, I wouldn't feel the same urgency to retell it.

I'm trying not to be critical of myself about this. Just be aware and sensitive to it. I can always listen to her, then go tell my story somewhere else if I have to.