The simplest things in life can have some of the greatest impacts.
Mornings are never easy – especially when you’re feeling a little under the weather and you’re moving your life into a new home. Today was no exception. I hit snooze four times this morning (I need my beauty sleep) and, when I finally did get out of bed, I threw on my clothes and left the house. It’s a Friday, after all.
I was sniffling and wishing I’d remembered my decongestants this morning as the pressure in my sinuses built walking in the cold. I was yawning and dragging my feet a little. As I walked into my office, I spotted a little something on my desk. Something that shouldn’t be there. A card.
I am not the smartest person out there. I don’t have all the answers. I certainly don’t know it all, I can’t do it all and I sure as heck won’t pretend to. I’m not the prettiest, funniest or best dressed (OK, sometimes I’m the best dressed). I am not perfect. I am not the best. But I will be imperfect with a smile on my face, and I will be enthusiastic and engaged while I look for those answers and learn how to do whatever it is I need to do.
It’s been almost two weeks since I found out I was losing my job. When the news came down, I smiled at my manager and told her it was OK. She remarked that I was taking it well. (I assured her I’d cry later.) She went on to say that she’d never worked with anyone who was so unfazed by taking on new challenges and learning new things. It was the greatest compliment I’ve ever received, and it took the sting out of the situation for a moment. I only have two Fridays left.
I’d be lying if I said I’m not sad because I really love what I do. I like the work, I’m fascinated by the departments I work within, and I’m inspired by the men and women around me. It’s easy to have a great attitude when you enjoy what you’re doing. It hasn’t been particularly easy to maintain my usual bubbly, upbeat attitude knowing that I’m leaving.
I am a lot of things. There are a lot of things I’m not. I might not know it all or have it all, but I will not have a shitty attitude. If I leave nothing else behind, I want it to be a legacy of happy-legs dances, smiles and kind words. That’s what’s important.
It’s not easy knowing that I don’t know what’s next.
But you can bet your ass I’ll be doing a happy dance when I do figure that out.