Life throws hardballs.
And as spring rides in waves of pollen--triggering my allergies--I learn to ride with it.
Work's been challenging--lots of projects at once and a huge learning curve for much of it. And, there are the daily tasks and the clerical pieces. Managing demands that I prioritize, and that includes time for sleep, friends, family and tending to my health.
My doctor was so upset with me for skipping appointments and staying on top of bloodwork to monitor my levels. Granted all my hard work training for races and the vanity of lifting to look good for summer pay off in good bloodwork tests, but I'm a far cry from being a doctor, and we all need the help of those wiser about these things.
And so it is with my career. It's time to connect with other HR professionals and get their suggestions and ideas about how to build a solid role at my current gig.
And so it is with my clutter, finding a new partner--all of it.
Life is so much more fun with wisdom of others.
And there's healthy risk--for some reason, I have the balls to apply to be the Men's Health cover guy for November. I remember all the stabs at fame I've taken in my lifetime, and they make me smile. This time though, it's all about service. I'm glad I've lived a life worthwhile. And though I have miles to go (I believe) before I sleep, I love taking a pause to celebrate--I'm me.
Live well. It's good to be back.
I hate making mistakes. I love my luxurious fantasy of perfection. And today my humanity, my imperfection shone through fiery. I hung in there and cleaned it up. I've learned, you just tell people you screwed up. Say how you're going to fix it immediately, and how you're protecting it from happening going forward. It matters little whether anybody else had anything to do with it. Throw no one under the bus, however, you may want to bring them in on the effect the error had and get their buy in for the proactive solution for future transactions. Truth is, things move so fast that especially with transactional work, there are bound to be errors now and then. The time it takes to be perfect would result in paralysis. It's that magical balance between getting it done (and maybe having to beg forgiveness) and taking so long to deliver that by the time you do deliver, it's too late to be of any use (especially since you've now teed off ...
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