Shedding the old expectations

And embracing the freedom that comes with the new possibilities

I just said the “wrong” thing, and I don’t care.

My three co-workers are sitting silently, but definitely not comfortably, listening to me verbally rip wallpaper off the walls with my fingernails, shredding every snarky, smug, and snide grenade lobbed into the conversation from my first co-worker.

The second co-worker is sitting quietly, waiting for the storm to pass, I suspect.

The third one, though, is the real surprise. I haven’t seen a look that disapproving since I told my mother, “I think you’re wrong.” (For reference, that was about 10 years ago which is shocking on so many levels considering I’m 56.)

That look, along with her condescending comments, cut through the curtain of bullshit in the conference room like the Boston Light foghorn. If it was meant to make me feel embarrassed, I was — for her.