There have been times when you knew confrontation was going to be tricky, tough and downright scary.
It’s happened in both my working and home life.
I think I ‘stuff up’ a lot with no intention of doing so, and when confronted by authority of my wrongdoing I feel intimidated as now I am on the defensive and have to justify my actions.
It’s that thought of having to justify why you behaved in a certain way that causes us so much angst.
I know I have spent many a sleepless night worrying over a work place action that has required me to front the Principal the next day, when I did things which in hindsight reflected my lazy attitude to procedure.
But you can’t change what you have done, and so for me, it became a matter of let’s get this over and done with. Theirs is only so much berating of yourself you can do, and it’s never productive. So, for me, it was a matter of facing my ‘sins’. I’d eat humble pie if necessary and make promises to lift my game.
I found the longer I delayed action, the worse it got.
Though with angry partners it became a matter of delaying the inevitable. As for pain setting me free, I think that is a debateable point. I say this as there can be a lot of pain in freedom.