A few hours later, I received a work-related e-mail from someone who has given me quite a few gray hairs in the last year. My initial reaction was pure cortisone-driven stress and grief. But then those words returned and I really was able to consider what I was supposed to be taking from this situation. It might only be that I'm supposed to be learning how to deal with difficult people - but no one could argue with the fact that I need to improve that particular skill set. I also need to learn to repress my urge to run away from difficult situations.
I'm about 99.6% sure that this is what I'm supposed to be learning:
1. resist the urge to run away when I get scared or intimidated, and
2. refuse to allow the fact that some people don't respect me to color my own self-image.
The next time any of you guys hear me moan, you have my permission to remind me about these lessons.