Confontation

I suck at personal confrontation.

The thought of confronting someone or even the thought of a possible confrontation gives me the willies.

I sweat.

I shake.

I get dry mouth.

It takes me a good hour to get the nerve up to make a phone call that may or may not lead to confrontation.

After that phone call, I’m a nervous wreck for at least 2 hours.

My ground breaking, earth shattering advice for those of you who are like me is simply this;

Do it. Get on with it. Pick up the phone or get together for coffee or whatever. Just get it done.

It goes without saying that you need to speak with love and compassion, always knowing that there are 3 sides to every story; yours, theirs, and God’s (my mother-in-law gave me that one).

The nature of my job makes confrontation occasionally unavoidable. In those times I am fortunate to have people in my life that don’t allow me to run and hide; that encourage me, support me and help me to see the lighter side of my phobia.

I wish I could say that over time I think I will get better at it, but I don’t think that I will.