January 27, 2011


Something I've recently come to learn about myself is that I really dislike conflict.  Given that I am in a profession in which conflict is all but inevitable and that it took me 15 years to figure this out about myself is stunning - it really speaks volumes about my lack of self-awareness.

Don't get me wrong, I can get into a heated debate with the best of them but it gnaws at me for days as I berate myself, whether it's for coming on too strong or for caving like a sissy.  I just don't think I have the stomach for it and if I had my way we'd all be holding hands and singing Kumbaya.

Since I don't expect my colleagues to break out into song any time soon, I tell myself I just need to figure out how to live with conflict without eating my body weight in chocolate every week.  But then a day like today happens and I question that strategy and my priorities.

A very close friend of our family was diagnosed with late stage IV colon cancer just after the holidays.  She was in hospital for 3 weeks while undergoing chemo and has now been discharged with a terminal diagnosis.  She is in her early fifties.

In light of such a tragic situation, these conflicts are petty and ridiculous, matters of deep insignificance.  


  1. I'm so sorry about your friend. It certainly puts things into perspective. I wish her and her family comfort during this time.

  2. Well said my friend. so sorry about your friend, and you are right, in the big scheme of things these ridiculous conflicts mean nothing, but I am here to help you eat your weight in chocolate whenever you need me! (you need to quit your job and become a full time cheesecake baker!!!)

  3. I'm sorry to read about your friends diagnosis. I hope what time she has left is filled with love and peace. Hugs to her and you while you cope with this.