There is "stuff" going on at work.
The stuff is making everyone edgy and tense and all rush-rush-rush. It sort of sucks, to be honest.
I'm not sure what kind of changes are coming due to all of this stuff, but there is little I can do about it.
The boss fires off all sorts of "requests" (nothing unsavory or of questionable ethics or even BAD) and all I can think as he's talking is "I don't WANT to do this."
I know that part of that is fear. Fear of change. Fear of the unknown. Perhaps it's unfounded, I'm not sure.
We've had a small issue at home under the big top in which fear plays a big part for our oldest clown, Punkin. We've been telling her to "push past the fear" and doing our best to encourage her with what she is struggling with. We've also told her, ultimately, this is up to her. She may not quit. We can only take her so far, and we'll be there to support her, but SHE has to MOVE FORWARD.
It's time for me to walk the talk we've been giving her.
Someone get me some goggles and a nose plug -- I'm jumping in the deep end.