I work in public relations. I have a degree in journalism. Words and talking are my thing. So it would be easy to assume that I know how to communicate. That assumption would be wrong.
I stepped on toes today and embarrassed myself. I would love to blame it on pregnancy and raging hormones or the fact that I work with difficult people, but I think I’m recognizing that maybe I’m that difficult person at work. I can be bossy and opinionated and downright sassy and not in a good way. It’s not an easy pill to swallow.
My blog is named Traveling Mercies after my favorite book, Traveling Mercies by Ann Lamott. The book is her journey to becoming a Christian and it’s full of funny, poignant and humble stories of people gently loving on her in the midst of all her crap, until she realized that she needed more in life than just herself. The book changed my life in that it provided really authentic examples of how to treat and love people. I want to offer laughter and kinship and kindness to everyone I come in contact with. There is a vibrancy to the book that readers grab and want to hold on to.
I’ve got some learning to do and reevaluating my motivations. Its time to breathe some traveling mercies into my heart and out into the world around me.