A single missing word. That’s all it took for a professional interaction to unravel into blame and anger.
Sometimes, people’s rage can feel disproportionate – like a performance of power more than a genuine concern.
And that’s what I experienced today. I felt smaller than the error itself.
This has me thinking about the fact that, as a woman, my mistakes are often seen differently. They aren’t just errors; they’re perceived as incompetencies.
The subject line had a missing word. Several people had approval responsibilities. Yet somehow, the anger landed solely on me.
This isn’t about perfection.
This is about creating workspaces where human error is understood as part of the process, not a moral failing. Where accountability is shared, not weaponised.
I’m learning that my worth isn’t determined by flawlessness, nor is it determined by the work I do. It so much deeper than that and always will be.
