Dear colleagues,
I just wanted to reach out and let you know that I’m officially done saying sorry. As a woman, I feel the flippant use and misuse of this word gives away my power, if that makes any sense. If you have any free time this week or next, or even in the next couple of weeks, feel free to read the rest of this email to understand further. If not, no worries at all—I’m sure you’re extremely busy this time of year.
My near-addiction to apologizing has been around as long as I can remember. Trigger warning: My dad wasn’t very emotionally present during my childhood, if it’s okay for me to bring that up. Not to make this whole thing about me, but seeking his approval has caused a lot of people-pleasing, codependent tendencies to manifest in the way I communicate. I’ve obviously gotten over most of them, but this “sorry” habit will be the last one to go.
I feel like I just talked forever. I would love to hear about your stuff, too, if you ever want to chat about anything. I’m here for you whenever you need me, just let me know.


