I guess sometimes, just being me is enough

A large part of my week last week was spent in a series of meetings with people from outside my company. They were interesting meetings, for the most part. Still, I spent a good portion of the time sitting at the table, silently berating myself for letting my boss and her boss do most of the talking, while I sat there, lumplike, contributing nothing of value to the discussion.

In the end, instead of dazzling anyone with my brilliance, I made what I felt were a few common sense suggestions, threw out a couple of basic ideas, chatted a bit, laughed at their Matrix jokes, and had a brief bonding moment with one guy who liked my shoes (yes, those shoes.)

At the end of the day on Friday, my boss’s boss came by and asked me what I had talked to them about when he wasn’t around. “They loved you,” he said “they think you’re great.”

I guess maybe sometimes, being a common sense having, sci-fi/fantasy enjoying, shoe loving girl with a decent level of experience at her job is a good thing. I’ll have to remember that the next time I’m feeling down.