September 27: Unfinished
How many times have I sat there at the conference table across the General Manager fueled by supreme emotions and clever ideas? How many times have I punctuated myself in the middle of an overlapping conversation cutting everyone off so they can hear me out loud and clear? How many times the board room was silenced because I started to speak my mind? Many. Many times – during those period when I still have high self-regard. When I was still too engaged, too involved with the project. Sure they bombard me with multiple oppositions but that was suitably fine. It meant they were listening. It meant I had a voice. It meant I stirred up awareness.