data points

Lately, I’ve been let down by some people. At work. It’s been one of those stretches where it feels like every time I start to trust someone, they show me something… rather shocking. And it sucks. For a while, it stings. I've been telling myself that these disappointments are not just some wounds that I need to nurse, they are also my data points to examine.

Every time someone shows me their true colours, it’s like they’re handing me a piece of the puzzle. It’s an opportunity to adjust my lens, reinforce my boundaries, and decide where my energy is better spent.

Rehearsal of a Kabuki Play (1860) by Utagawa Kunisada (Japanese, 1786 - 1865)