Someone brought a sheet cake to the break room for a coworker’s last day. I wasn’t hungry, but my hand still reached for a plate because free food at work feels like a rule.
I took half a slice, had three bites, and tossed the rest. Five years ago I’d have finished it just to be polite.
Today I noticed the difference between wanting cake and wanting the moment to pass without feeling left out. Small win, but I’ll take it. What’s your move when the office table is suddenly full of something you didn’t plan for?
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