These tracks lead somewhere. My tracks, they lead somewhere too. Where? Who knows? Who cares?
So if you missed Friday’s post (available here) you missed the not-so-feel-good story that I got laid off on the Thursday of the previous week, effective immediately.
Yeah.
I know, right?
Body blow.
Mental blow.
Psyche blow.
“WTF?”
“You’ll be so much happier.”
“It’s probably for the better.”
These are a sampling of some of the messages I received, and they are all true, I suppose…though it’s so hard to feel those things in some of the moments I’ve been experiencing, TBH. I know I “just” need to get my feet back under me, but until I do— while words of reassurance may steady me—I think it will take a combination of time, support, and hard work to get me the solid footing I need to stand tall, unassisted.
Even so, my people—my village—and our collective belief in me, our collective belief in better days ahead, well, in the meantime that certainly lifts me up in the right now.
Processing takes time, and I’m going to “treat” myself and give myself permission to process—to take the time I need to, and to hold myself accountable for not dragging it out. (Let’s be real. This would be an easy excuse for griping, for grousing, and for languishing—but if I do those things, I lose. No one wins…but I lose. So why do that to myself???)
Everyone’s tracks lead somewhere. Knowing where is overrated. Seriously, how many times in your life have you ended up in a place other than where you hoped or planned for? And how much fun did you have in that unexpected space, with that unlikely group of people?
Right?
All in good time, grasshopper.
“They” say that attitude is everything. I say that nothing is absolute. So I will also say that a realistically optimistic attitude is one’s friend, almost all of the time.
Sometimes taking care of oneself means setting the flow, other times it means going with the flow…and other times still it means giving into it…which is why, on the dreary Saturday we just had, I decided it make it a Pajama² Day. I woke up, spent the day in pajamas, did some stuff, watched some tv, showered, and changed into a clean pair of pjs before watching more tv and then going to bed. Because sometimes you just have to have days like that.
In a “maybe-a-sign-but-keep-your-fingers-crossed” kind of way, well, the lawn got hydroseeded on Saturday instead of the scheduled today because of the wet weather. Maybe the grass isn’t the only thing about to (hopefully) grow.
Hope your weekend was fantastic, that the Sunday Scaries didn’t bite too hard, and that you make it through the week without getting shitcanned.
But if you do, I’m your person. Call me. We can drink and curse. We can walk. And we can process and scheme and be.
(While I continue to sort everything through, if you know of any remote openings (full-time, part-time, contract) for someone who can capture large amounts of info, distill it quickly and meaningfully, and turn it into a compelling story that helps companies help customers—through new and/or improved products, sharper marketing messages, consistent and motivational branding (among other things)—I’m the person.)
Extra-special thanks to those of you who hung in with me and read the long post Friday until the end. Thank you for giving me the blessing of feeling heard.
To those of you who reached out after reading it, well, extra-extra-special thanks to you for giving me the greatest gift of all (corny but true), love. (Bonus points if you expressed interest in joining me on a walk. Mad love.)
And to those of you who missed Friday’s post but are here today, well, you get the regular quantity of effusive appreciation, which is both sizable and substantial. Not to mention genuine.
Thanks again to each and every one of you for sticking with me, with this, through this.
Have a great week, all.
Love you too.