Robin, my wife, said to me recently: ‘You are not as nice now as you were when we were first married (37 years ago)’. In the following days, a range of emotions swept over me: hurt (what? not true, surely); guilt (I had no choice); anger (how can she say that? and anyway, neither is she); but most of all an edgy feeling that she may be right.
Being Nice and Being Authentic
Being Nice and Being Authentic
Being Nice and Being Authentic
Robin, my wife, said to me recently: ‘You are not as nice now as you were when we were first married (37 years ago)’. In the following days, a range of emotions swept over me: hurt (what? not true, surely); guilt (I had no choice); anger (how can she say that? and anyway, neither is she); but most of all an edgy feeling that she may be right.