I'm learning that 'starting,' does not simply involve pressing the 'green button' and moving forward. Instead it's a dance, one that I am still learning.
My fragile ego wanted to explode, wanted to shut her down and call her ridiculous. I had not even shouted at her, what was she on about? The problem was that she was being too damn sensitive and dramatic? And besides, there was a lot of work to be done and no time for this nonsense! But she continued to stand there, holding onto her courage like it was all she had, and told me again, “I can’t.”