Something (inevitably) better
Last September, I wrote a short poem after a shocking conversation with a manager–not my manager, but a manager.
I concluded my poetic reflections on my moment of revelation thusly:
A couple of months later, I wrote “O, Wondrous Manager,” a letter to my hypothetical/ideal manager. I revisited it this morning with a grin, ’cause today I’m beginning day three of a new job with just such a manager and a fantastic team, having transitioned over from a contract role in another team (with an also rockin’ manager).
In May, I wrote a surprisingly upbeat post about how childhood poverty shaped my thinking about work. I needed a job, any job, at all costs, to avoid living in adulthood as I did in childhood.
This morning, reflecting on the last fourteen months, I find myself grateful for that shocking conversation with a manager last September.
I might still be trundling down the same old fearful path if he hadn’t delivered his message so very loud and clear!
That conversation freed me. It paved the way for me to be where I want to be,
instead of where I fear I must be,
and I am so very thankful to
now be living something
not only (inevitably)
better, but grand
in its own right.