A story shared with me:
She sat on the steps to the house and looked at the street. It looked the same as many years ago. She saw herself all those years ago riding her bike.
She couldn’t look at the house, let alone go inside.
But she had to.
She couldn’t.
So she sat. And felt like a complete failure.
She answered her phone when the ringtone shook her out of her fog. Her staff needed some direction with arrangements for a presentation she was giving to the directors tomorrow.