We talk about success at work, and how it can be measured. It's not enough to say you're good at something or you've improved at something if you can't measure it.
I was able to measure my journey to overcome this phobia today.
Every time I walk past the traps at work I look in. This morning I was the first person to be in the back area at work, and I noticed one of the traps had moved somewhat. I peered in and discovered a little mouse. I didn't freak out. My heart didn't explode out of my chest. I wasn't dizzy. I was OK. In fact, I felt bad.
I waited until Derek arrived at work and I asked him to confirm what I was sure I saw. He took a look and, sure enough, a mouse had been trapped. He then checked another trap and found a second mouse. And guess what? I'm OK. I feel really bad for these two little souls. How freaking weird is that??
I am OK.
I will continue to be OK.
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