Are you a shitty boss?
I missed a meeting with my publishing director on Wednesday and, in my head, heard this annoying little clip “I hate myself”.
When instructing yoga, I cue my students to pay attention to “thoughts, words and images” that come up in and out of poses. Careful not to be analytical or distracted by cataloging them, I encourage them to notice and meet their acquaintance. In my case, it is saying hello to a familiar passerby.
(Would not call it “friend”.)
As I am actually quite confident in most things I do (and truly do not hate myself) this…