Imagine for a moment that you have a friend, and that friend is very thin and very beautiful. Every item of clothing she tries on fits perfectly – she’s exactly model size, the size that all the clothing designers use as their base.
Imagine she has big, wide eyes, eyelashes that look like extensions, cheekbones that could cut drywall.
She has an amazing personal style – elegant, sexy, fun, and approachable.
(For the sake of her seeming really annoying, let’s give her a PhD and some really well-behaved kids while we’re at it.)
In a recent meeting with her, I assigned her a potentially challenging task, one few people would be strong enough to tackle.
I told her to take three weeks off.
She’s been doing some Marie Kondo-style decluttering, and her work doesn’t really need her all that much right now. I can tell that her heart is in her box room, not in her inbox, and I’ve assigned her the very difficult task of doing what feels good, for Christ’s sake.
Tamara, like most of us, has mixed feelings about this assignment.