It’s not you, it’s me

I’m not a great employee…I know this.

I’m bratty, and a know-it-all.  My combination of a fragile professional ego, an inability to accept anyone as an authority figure, and a tendency to shut down entirely after being told no, makes me a pretty awful employee.

It’s not really my manager’s fault.  It’s not a cultural thing.  It’s me.

But hey, at least I know it.

Have you ever had a conversation with someone who tells you everything wrong with everyone else.

  • They tell you how this person doesn’t know what they’re doing, and how that one is an idiot.
  • They brag about being quick to fire people who don’t “get it.”
  • They tell you about the incompetent manager, the one they couldn’t stand so much, they HAD to leave the company.

Every one of their stories end in a relationship that didn’t work out.

If you’re busy playing the blame game, step in front of the mirror, because when everyone else is wrong, there’s a pretty good chance that it’s you who is wrong.

How saying goodbye can change our perspective

Yesterday, my former neighbor passed away after a tough battle with breast cancer.  She was my age, 34.

Kara was a bright and vivacious woman.  I only know her briefly, but her energy was magnetic, and her personality, unforgettable.

It is undeniably sad to lose a bright spirit so early.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve been stressed, but when things like this happen, everything gets put into perspective.

  • I’ve been overwhelmed with work, while Kara was battling for her life.
  • I haven’t spoken to some of my closest friends in months, while Kara’s closest friends were all trying to steal even a few more precious minutes with her.
  • I’m worrying about client work, as if it’s the most important thing, while Kara’s was spending time with her family and other loved ones because that actually IS the most important thing.

The perspective shifts when we realize that we don’t get an eternity, and that the last day isn’t marked on the calendar.

The perspective shifts when we appreciate the significance and unpredictability of finality and impermanence.

I’m not saying we can’t enjoy a lazy Sunday, or have a bad day at work, or take things for granted now and again.  I’m saying that every once in a while, it might not hurt to live, love, and work as if there might be no tomorrow.  Take a walk with a new perspective and consider what’s really important.

Goodbye Kara, you will be missed.  And thank you for the reminder that life is short.

 

Just hold on we’re going home

We’ve almost made it…it’s Friday.  Only a handful of precious hours stand between us and the weekend.

The hours are not any longer, though they may feel longer.

And even though that sweet prospect of relaxation and leisure are on the other side of today, we don’t quit on the day in the morning.  We don’t even quit in the afternoon.  We play every minute, we leave everything on the field.

That way we can go into the weekend with a clear head, knowing that we’ve done our best work.

Only then can we pause, for two glorious days of rest, and return refreshed.

Home is there, on the other side of today, and it will be there whether or not we work…so do the work.  Trust me, it’ll make the days  off sweeter.