Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Earlier today, just a few hours ago, someone I've never met, never talked to, had barely corresponded with, wrote to apologize about some confusion regarding an event. More of my time would be needed than first suggested. Two days instead of one. Two workshops instead of one. An overnight stay.
It wasn't her fault. It wasn't my fault. The expectation simply hadn't been explained. Oh, I thought. Oh, dear. For I had begun to make promises—to my husband, to myself—that I would begin to do less, not more. That I would find a soulful, peaceful place again. That I would heal a fracturing existence. That I would not go, at least this year, insane. Still, who wants to be ungracious? Who wants to make a stir? Who says no, after saying yes, after making promises?
I didn't have to. I was saved by a stranger, an act of empathy, these words:
If this seems small to you, it is huge to me. A perfect stranger absolved me of guilt. She opened up a door.Hey--you can still say no, if you feel over-committed and want to cut down. What woman doesn't understand that? We really welcome you to come and speak, but on the other hand, there is plenty of time to still find someone.
She is my hero today. I told her so.