She turned it in.

Funny how such a simple act can make our day. We have checked on her, we have talked to her, we have reminded her, and checked on her again, and then, when maybe we fear she’ll never turn it in, there it is. She turned it in.

In truth, I had given up, wondering if I was going to get any work from her. And just as I had begun to reconcile this reality, imagining things were too far beyond for her, for me, she turned it in. And though I am proud of her, I am admittedly a little abashed at myself, for giving up so soon. But, and maybe I am just rationalizing here, in doing so, maybe I gave her the room she needed. Maybe that’s what finally compelled her. Maybe it wasn’t my check-ins. Maybe it was her. Maybe she planned on doing it all along, but she just hadn’t found the time or space (I’ve seen her at-home situation via Zoom) to finally get to it. I don’t know. But she got to it. She turned it in. And she has made my Monday morning.

And I am going to be sure she knows. I can’t wait to let her know how proud I am of her.

Happy Monday, all. Hope your week starts of well.

Do. Reflect. Do Better.