With Age, Wisdom

Or so the old saying goes.

I’m currently in a minor conflict with a…let’s say colleague? who has decided that I am Satan incarnate because…well I don’t know actually. She has a reputation for being terribly unpleasant. It’s sad because I see someone who, at the last phase of life, is miserable and in some kind of pain…emotional or physical or psychological or maybe a combination.

In the days of my youth I would have eviscerated her via email outlining the many ways she’s wrong and has incorrectly accused me of things that she, actually, is responsible for. But now I just don’t have the same interest in defending and proving myself. For the most part I will simply ignore her, an idea that came to me from one of my favorite stories about the Buddha.

Worth a try!