I have been buried in the piles of evaluations due by end of this month. {Okay breaking news, for those of you who can get a copy of this month's Library Journal, I am on page 50}
It got me thinking about ratings and reviews. I don't mind doing my self evaluation. I can be honest about what areas I need to work on or those that I excel at. Overall I am a pretty good boss. I still need to work on my responsiveness to things and consistency. I am not perfect in anything. But I don't think I ever want to be considered perfect. I prefer in the process of becoming a masterpiece. I am not even perfect in being me. Not perfect just Eve.
I feel pretty quiet tonight. I think it was the long conversation with myself in the car morning that triggered this. Occassionally I feel like a fragile piece of glass that would shatter into a thousand pieces were a loud noise to happen. Maybe fragile is the better word. After reading through some of my old journals this weekend, I got very upset with someone in them. Part of what I got upset about was because of how it changed me. I just hadn't realized how much until recently.
Good night and shhh.....
1 comment:
You are, however, quite the perfect Eve. (and a very rare and special person)
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