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I have written another blog post, but it is very personal and I don’t have the guts yet to post it here. I will soon, I promise.

In the mean time I would love to share with you another example of forgiveness and learning from my workplace.

I have a workmate who is an older lady. She is a lovely, warm, caring person, BUT…boy can she whinge!

She will complain about all sorts of things, but most often, her health. I appreciate she has serious medical conditions, like asthma, but my workmate feels the need to go on and on and on about it in a very negative tone.

Last week she came back to work after seeing the doctor full of details of her ill health. I found myself dreading being in the same room and having to hear all about it.

A thought then occurred to me. (Cue angelic bell sound and a light bulb flickering on above my head.) The universe sends me situations so that I can heal and grow. The more anger, frustration, hate, etc. I feel usually means it is important.

I was getting a message to pay attention. I asked myself “What is upsetting me?” and the answer came.

My parents were always extremely critical of people who complained about their health. My parents also have this attitude that people bring about their own ill health and that often people who get sick have themselves to blame.

I don’t know if this is really how my parents think, or just an assumption I made as a child hearing my parents talk.

I suddenly thought about the cold I had the week before and how I didn’t want to tell my parents because I thought they would be critical of me for catching another cold and not looking after my health well enough. I also thought about how whenever I am sick I try really hard not to complain to others and to get back to work quickly, even though sometimes what I need is to take some time to get better and wallow in how awful I am feeling.

It was almost as if my workmate had a torch and was shining a light on the behaviours I was suppressing inside of me. She was expressing what I was supressing!

I silently said a prayer and thanked my workmate.

This is by no means the end of the story. I am sure I have much more to learn from my workplace and my workmate, but it is a journey we are on together.

After all, we are all a work in progress! 😉

Thank you for reading and sending love to you,

Emma.

 

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