I keep thinking about my performance review meeting. It was on Wednesday and it went well. Lots of praise. But there were moments I felt awkward, less than, strange, not quite as socially in step. When my boss made mention of the fact that or her observation that I can take criticism and “have the hard conversations” and that she noticed me “breathing through” a couple of these hard conversations, I felt uncomfortable, as if such an observable use of coping was weak or shameful. She praised my becoming more conscious of my body language too, which when she first criticized it, months and months ago, irritated me to no end.
It really was a positive performance evaluation and I left work on Wednesday feeling really good until my mind had to pick out and nit pick any little thing it could turn into a negative. Sometimes it’s like my mind really will not let me feel good about things. It has to find something negative because if I feel happy, safe, and relaxed something bad will happen. I’ll miss something; make a mistake that is or becomes a problem I’ll be value judged by either by myself or others.
Old patterns die hard.
But it was very true when at the end of my evaluation I told my boss I was very grateful for being at the facility and for everything I’ve learned.