When I did not like my own presence
There were years when I led people and did not like who I became in the room. Impatience. The need to be right. Anger that arrived before I noticed it had. People grew careful around me, and I felt it, and that made it worse. I used to think the problem was them, or the pressure. Slowly I understood the room was often reflecting my own state back to me. The work was not to manage them better. It was to see my own mind a little sooner — before it became the weather everyone else had to stand in.
— UM