I am in the middle of a lot of things, but don’t feel in control of most of them. Success, or even completion for that matter, is dependent on others coming through. In some cases all I can do is wait, and, oh, I love doing that…

I placate myself by sending reminder emails – just a short question in the subject line. I make up reasons to contact – notes beginning with ‘thought you’d be interested…’. I wonder if something is wrong with my internet.

There isn’t real urgency, I’d just like to get on with it. I’d prefer if others worked to my schedule rather than the other way round. Am I alone in this?

The other night at dinner, in response to a conversation about the dreaded ‘group projects’ at school, one person said “When I die, I bet my group will be pall bearers–so when they lower the casket they can let me down one more time.”

That said, truly, there are few, if any, instances where my accomplishments have been solely my doing. I am indebted to others for who I am, and what I’ve done – at least the good stuff. You’d think I’d have figured it out by now, that I’d get it. Nope.

Working with others is hard. Finding a rhythm that everyone can tap his or her foot to is a challenge. As soon as someone else steps into the picture it no longer is about me, it’s about us – and that’s a whole different ball game. It takes real energy and commitment to cooperate, be empathetic, and defer. What I want is now only half as important as it was when I was working on my own.

Thus, today’s mantra as I stare at a still empty inbox: Let it go. Let it go. Let it go.