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Resistance is Futile

Defiance is foolish. Storms rage change on a massive scale. When we get the memo on these things; information overloaded as we are, we must pay attention. The blithe type A New Yorker in us, would love to dismiss seismic dissonance as a blip on the radar of success and our drive to achievement of career goals, however, this Irene is a full stop: a period in the angling towards promotions and new positions and networking.

Pause: assess the things that matter and keep them as safe as possible. Follow the preparedness suggestions with the same diligence as an exact spreadsheet for your boss. This is your life; not some checkbox to fill out.

And take the time in the quiet of the storm to assess the damage before barrelling back into the fray of work. Check on loved ones. Listen to the tension in your own body: do yoga, go for a run, shake off the effects of the agitated preparation, the wait, the held breath, the experience. Breathe into what happened, note the learnings and THEN move forward.

As with all change, there is something or someone that is lost. Mourning becomes you. It is a human birthright. So honor Irene's wrath; she is a force of nature.

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