I don’t have time. This is what’s important. Did I really say that? I felt myself break and everything became clear. What’s more important? The gorgeous, creative moment with my daughter, or a work deadline?
Talk about a profound moment. She drew a robot rainbow. Not a robot and a rainbow. A robot rainbow. Work spreadsheets or artistic brilliance? Obviously you pick robot rainbow! The pain and hurt on her face when she ran to hide in her closet was crushing. She wanted attention. I had a deadline. I was trying to grab onto everything and control!
“Let go,” I heard my therapist say again.