I left work as soon as I could on both Wednesday and Thursday. Both days it seemed to be one more problem, one more email, one more political maneuver than I had the capacity to deal with. Full up here, people.
And the weather seemed to suit this – dark when I got in, dark when I left, pattering rain on my skylight, and foggy, overcast for days on end.
So, Friday, when work began at 6:30 am for the first of my departments three team meetings, I expected more of the same. Dreary days with a burdened heart. Here I was telling my team members that “good enough is not good enough” and that I needed a shift in thinking from “what can someone else fix?” to “What can I do differently?” and here I was struggling to get through my days. “Working too hard to be only mediocre.”
January 25th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: I heard what I was telling my team members and my outlook changed too.