When’s it my turn?

While talking to a colleague about conflict earlier this week, I had a vivid memory of a dilemma my mother once talked about. She was a very capable woman, working for the same company for over 40 years, rising from accounts clerk to Director while raising my brother and me as a single parent.

When she retired, she joined various local groups and enjoyed outings and the occasional holiday with her new friends. The problem she faced was that people always looked to her to organise things – after all, this was something she was very good at. Continue reading “When’s it my turn?”