I've lost my poker face
Apparently, I'm not a very good actor. I haven't shared a lot at work about my health and Tig's health issues. Yesterday, K stopped by my office and asked me what was wrong and whether she could help. The group has noticed that I am withdrawn (and not just writing in my cave) and have "sad eyes." Oh well. I thought I was projecting an aura of strength and confidence when I had to venture out. Another illusion bites the dust. At first I was mad that they saw my grief. I thought it made me weak. Now I see that it makes me human - and it's okay my co-workers and colleagues know it. No comdemnation; only gentle acceptance and understanding.