My day-off started yesterday with a call from a high-ranking executive.
This woman is smart, driven, compassionate, intelligent, and one of the greatest go-getters I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.
She was one of the first people at work I openly told about my Depression and General Anxiety Disorder, and she was remarkably kind and supportive of my leave.
When her name came up on my phone, I wondered if there was a loose end that she needed some help tightening before the morning ran off into the afternoon. I happily answered and she responded:
Hey, I just wanted to give you a call and let you know that I was thinking about you. I was just thinking about what you’ve done, what you’ve tackled and accomplished over the last six months and I am so impressed and inspired by you. To recognize something isn’t right, tackle it head-on, take the time you need, and come back hitting it out of the park…Not everyone can do that. It’s really excellent work and you’re doing an incredible job. I don’t mean to sound maternal, but I’m really proud of you.
I told her that her saying what she said meant a great deal…and I liked that it sounded maternal.
Later that day, that night really, I found myself in a hotel room with 20 other music lovers being treated to an extremely intimate pre-show by the band beloved by so many Bostonians: Guster.
I’m hoping to do some work with the the group who threw the VIP party, and it was truly a “get to” work moment.
When the band closed with their fan favorite, Amsterdam, I got a little teary. Overwhelmed with gratitude for where I was, thinking back on that call from earlier, I gave myself permission to recognize that I was pretty proud of me, too.