3 Feb 2020
I’ve made some effort over the past few years to reduce my need for validation. However, I don’t think I have had much success at it. I still seek that thing in people’s eyes and their nods that tells me I am right or liked or capable of achieving my ambitions. Today I met a senior colleague who, at the end of our 30 minute meeting, said she liked that I reached out to her, that she understands me because she’s also an immigrant, and that we (immigrants) have a different type of soul and mindset to succeed. I don’t know why I needed her, a total stranger, to say it for me to believe it. But I did. And now I have a mushy feeling about my life as I finish my lunch and run to the next meeting.
Fuchsia 