Last night my husband told me about the many times he’s heard people sitting down with their boss just to vent. A good boss, he said, just listens and lets them get it out – and then redirects them to where they need to be.

I’m not quite sure I can be that kind of boss.

Here’s what it looks like from where I sit. Life is good. Work is work. There’s always work to do. It’s not worthing complaining about. And even when you or I or someone else has a hard day, take it in stride and accept that there will be hard days.

The peaceful equilibrium I strive for comes with effort. I try to meditate daily and I really wish I were meditating twice daily. I own my moods. I know that life is an ebb and flow. It’s not worth bitching about.

So for anyone who indulges in whining, I don’t have much sympathy. I’m sorry. That’s just the way I am. I could listen when people vent. But I don’t often want to.

Maybe that makes me harsh. Mean. Unsympathetic. I’m not any of those things but you may see me that way. I can’t help that. I’m just being honest.

I’ve long wondered why more people aren’t honest, actually. Why do we have to dance around our feelings and pretend that something is different than it is? Why can’t we just call it the truth, looking plain in the eye, and being straight? Why diplomacy?

This is why I know I’d never be a good politician. I can’t lie and I can’t pretend and I don’t want to kiss every baby.

I feel things deeply and I ponder the meaning behind it all. If I were a man and I were tough, no one would think a thing about it. Because I’m a woman, this straightforwardness, this no-nonsense, get-it-done frankness is perceived as bitchiness.

I’m sorry. It’s not. You can think what you want. But I’ve gotta be honest about who I am.

I don’t want to spend my days coddling others. I own a company, yes, and it’s growing, yes, so now I’m a manager of others. I’m doing my best. But I just don’t have time for games.

And I can’t care what everybody thinks. Let’s just get the work done well and paint a smiles on our faces. Before long, we will believe it and the emotions will become real. It works just like that.

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