Today, one of my staff members was really pushing me to set some boundaries/define some things around a particular part of his job. I pushed back on it, simply because I needed some room to breathe, room to change my mind, room to be a manager.
And then it suddenly occurred to me how strange this was– that I, Jackie Lea Sommers, wanted a little gray working room instead of a black-and-white prison. Me– the girl who, at one time, wanted a ten-step manual for every minute task of life, who had to ask permission for the silliest of things, who NEEDED boundaries drawn around her just so that she could lessen the daily guilt by a smidgeon.
Watch out, world!! This obsessive-compulsive’s shackles are off!!