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.

My ideal woman will never exist, but I keep falling in love with her
A haunting question: ‘Where is love now, out here in the dark?’
What if emotional baggage we carry isn’t really our core issue?
Why can it feel strange to lose homes we haven’t seen for years?
Christmas stands for quiet truths: love, faith, community and family
I kinda like Rand Paul, but I don’t support anybody as ruler-in-chief
Left-wing distortions of church just as toxic as right-wing kinds
I often need this warning label: ‘Does not play well with others’