I got a work-related email Thursday that made my stomach churn. It was from a client asking me about an issue I’d managed to avoid to avoid talking with him about. I knew he wouldn’t be happy with a decision I’d made related to his account — and I dreaded the day when I would have to deal with it. That day had come.
For a few minutes, I stewed in my unhappiness. I worried about how I was going to handle it. And then something finally clicked in my brain. I forced myself to ask the question I needed to ask.
“What is it that I need to learn from this?”
It sounds ridiculously naive, but for the last few years, that one question has saved me from a lot of grief. It doesn’t protect me from my own mistakes, but it puts me in the right frame of mind to deal with problems. But this isn’t some technique I learned from a book.
It’s something I learned from the experience of a woman who says she died briefly and visited heaven. It might sound crazy, but it’s been useful for me.

Loss of majestic tree in my yard feels like death of an old friend
‘Run away with me?’ I couldn’t accept her offer, but I wanted to
What role does shame play in turning kids from lives of crime?
I keep forgetting that I can’t save those who don’t want to be saved
I don’t know how to fix race issues, but anger at race-baiters won’t help
Film hurts when I hear, ‘I’ve seen what we can be like together’
I’ll sell you a cookie-cutter home, but I wish you loved good design
Nobody can ever be good enough when perfection is the standard