I’ve stayed up until 5am wrestling with the topics herein. Dozens of drafts were scribbled then scrapped the next day. There are no names except my own attached to this story.
In processing a years-long workplace experience that sat in the vast gray area between ‘legal’ and ‘right’, I use writing as a space to work out my thoughts on kindness, then notice drift and recommit to being kind. I hope this meditation invites you to do the same. — Daria
