Progress, not perfection
As an introvert, meetings often exhaust me.
Today I attended a rare meeting that invigorated me without the corresponding exhaustion.
The meeting was only five minutes, which helped, but my joy was about more than un-meeting minutes.
One colleague explained what he’d accomplished since our last meeting. He expressed regret that he hadn’t finished everything yet.
A teammate I greatly admire, C, countered that with a simple upbeat statement that blew me away: “What I’m hearing is progress–it’s all good stuff!”
Recently, I’ve been making huge lifestyle changes to reduce anxiety and physical symptoms–each of which feeds the other–that have assailed me for the last few months. With every passing week, I’ve become more frustrated how much work there is ahead:
Shouldn’t I be healed already? I’m failing. I’m a failure.
Hearing C’s optimism and warmth inspired me to look at my situation in a different light, as I imagined he might. Instead of focusing on all the progress I have yet to make, I sought signs of progress I have already made … and found a great many.
I am doing good work.
The facts are all the same as they were before that morning meeting, but my perspective now isn’t even on the same continent as it was then.
‘Cause what I’m seeing is progress–and it’s all good stuff!