I have a new friend at work. His name is Frank.
A few steps away from the office is a pond where a flock of ducks live. Frank is a black and white duck. The rest of the ducks are brown. At last count, there were fifteen and two baby ducklings. I named the ducklings Sally and David.
When I get stressed at work, I walk on down to the pond and talk to Frank.
He gets it.
Sometimes he quacks in support.
Frank likes to do his own thing. I’ve seen him swimming around the middle all by his lonesome while the other ducks rest on the shore. At times, he follows the other ducks, but at somewhat of a distance.
My friend Nicole and I have taken a break to feed the ducks a couple of times. Frank likes peas. It’s fun to watch how excited they get about food.
It’s kind of like watching me eat.
But, mostly I like visiting the ducks because watching how happy they are in the present moment helps me.
Frank just paddles around in the same pond day after day.
If his feathers get wet, he shakes it off. He isn’t worried about deadlines and meetings.
When everyone at work is in a frenzy, I can go see Frank and know that really everything is O.K.
Don’t worry about fitting in.
Just keep swimming – and every once in a while, shake your tail feathers.