From Donna’s Desk
Yes, there was a candle.
Yes, there was an incident.
Yes, I still smell like marshmallow and lavender regret.
But today, Leslie came in to confiscate the candle. Not because it was burning, but because it had the potential to be.
And I didn’t argue. Not really. I just… didn’t have the bandwidth to indulge the logic spiral.
Because honestly? I’m tired.
Not of rules. Of rigidity.
Sometimes the thing we shut down isn’t a fire hazard.
It’s an attempt. A gesture.
A five-dollar lavender compromise between stress and silence.
So here’s what I’m wondering:
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Have you ever had to smile politely while someone “enforced the rules” with zero context and a laminated chart?
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What’s something small your workplace killed with caution tape and good intentions?
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And how do you stay kind and clear when all you really want is to take a quiet walk and be left alone with your mug?
Drop a comment.
Share your near-fires. Or your attempts to protect something simple, when simple was all you could manage.
I’ll be here.
Unlit. But still warm.
Donna
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