release

I had to speak my piece today. It's my job - being in a "position of influence." I had a responsibility to give another perspective (the right one, in my opinion).

My "piece" was rejected today. Dismissed as not true, not relevant, and, in my opinion, not even considered.

My job was not to change anyone's mind. My job was to not freak out when the path I suggested was not chosen.

This was not an easy job. It's never an easy job. I got all twisted up inside because I felt there was some really incorrect thinking happening, and I felt powerless to stop it.

But in the end, it wasn't my responsibility to change the perspective of the person in question, nor to change their actions.

I don't often have this problem. But when it does happen I realize how deep my need for control is, and how little control over things I actually have.

I still feel like I want to punch something or drop a tv set from my roof, but I'm mentally letting go. I hope my heart follows soon.