Washing My Hair

Today, I washed my hair during a Zoom… and I don’t even have much hair.

But I really wanted it washed, and had been up working long before sunrise, and had meetings into the evening. So, I hit that “One tap mobile” link and half listened while I washed my hair.

The thing is, I facilitate trainings via Zoom and attendees like me get. on. my. nerves. Are they here or not? Are they asleep? The breakout rooms are going to be a disaster! 

But other thing is that today, I just needed a little extra self-compassion. Yes, I know that I would likely be the only black woman on the call. There would likely be people with whom I  have relationships who would have been really excited to see me there. I may have even had something helpful to contribute to the conversation. But, I sort of listened while I washed my hair and when the facilitator said, “Ok now we are going to go into breakout rooms. You will be in groups of 3 for nine minutes” I hung up and wrote this confession. (Or maybe it is better called a “celebration”.) Maybe I’ll go back on in a few. Maybe, I’ll file my nails. Maybe I’ll “One tap mobile” and do both but here’s my point: Compassion. Don’t just pass it on, hold on to some for yourself.