The power of words...
Today I got a couple rather nasty emails from my exboss in Sydney. She finally decided to answer my pleas for information, but rather than just saying 'no' she sent me a very long nasty email calling me a number of names and suggetsing that I have serious issues.
Her words hurt. A lot. And got me wondering if what she was suggesting was true.
For a few hours I believed her. I allowed all that negaivity into my mind and wondered if I was some if not all of the things she said.
And than I took some time to carefully respond to her.
But that didn't make those questions go away.
And it got me to thinking about how we hide behind screens now, we can say anything we want via technology and never have to see how much it hurts a person. I quick text or email can make, or break, someones day.
I am no saint. I never claimed to be perfect. I try to be loving and compassionate but there are times, and people, who make it really hard.
So now what? Do I let those words ruin my day? My week? Do I allow her that power over me? Allow those words power over me?
Her words hurt. A lot. And got me wondering if what she was suggesting was true.
For a few hours I believed her. I allowed all that negaivity into my mind and wondered if I was some if not all of the things she said.
And than I took some time to carefully respond to her.
But that didn't make those questions go away.
And it got me to thinking about how we hide behind screens now, we can say anything we want via technology and never have to see how much it hurts a person. I quick text or email can make, or break, someones day.
I am no saint. I never claimed to be perfect. I try to be loving and compassionate but there are times, and people, who make it really hard.
So now what? Do I let those words ruin my day? My week? Do I allow her that power over me? Allow those words power over me?