People who don’t believe it’s possible to screw up one’s own agency haven’t met me.
As I’ve been recounting of late, four other people — Laura Staley, Maribel Cardez, Yvonne Jones, and Tom Dietzler — and I have been participating in a weekly writing workshop, Finding Your Voice. For the first several weeks, we met on Thursdays at 12:30 p.m. EDT. To accommodate people’s schedules, we moved our meetings to Wednesdays. As it turns out, that was pretty easy for everyone but me.
I created a revised Zoom invitation, indicating our first session on the revised schedule would be last Wednesday, May 26th, at 12:30. I emailed the invitation to the members of the group. I exchanged subsequent emails with all of them to make sure everyone was on board. (They were.) I did everything conceivable to make sure our transition to Wednesdays was smooth as silk. Then I looked at my calendar.
Before changing our workshop sessions from Thursdays to Wednesdays, I’d booked three other appointments for the 26th between 12:00 and 2:00. I’d also forgotten all about them. As soon as I realized what I’d done, I did what any reasonable professional would do, of course: I panicked.
After another flurry of emails, I think I got everyone back on board, especially me. And I’ve signed up for an Agency Therapy program to try to get mine back.
As Anne very well knows, it’s not easy being me.
Here’s a video synopsis of the story:
