Today was my last day at “work.” Next week “work” will mean something else…
It’s tradition at “work” that when someone leaves voluntarily they profess their love before they go with an all staff email. This was my love note to “work.”
“In general, I’m not good at brevity, but I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I think I’ve gotten it down to one (albeit very long and run-on) sentence:
I’m guessing that most people can note marked differences between who they were at 23 (which is how old I was when I started at MHA) and who they were at almost-32 (now), but I’m certain that most people haven’t had the benefit of being able to credit so much of that shift to a place where the concentration of phenomenal people is as rich as it is at MHALA; my work and my life at this organization (read: getting to share a journey with all of you) absolutely made me who I am today as a colleague, a worker, a team member, a friend, a mother, and frankly–a human being and I am eternally grateful for the opportunity to have found a place of belonging, a place to learn and grow, and a place to springboard me into the future all at exactly the right times in my life.
(Turns out, I need another sentence) Thank you all for the gifts you’ve given me.”
I meant every word.
This is the outcome of my time at “work” and my send off today: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150627647832199.390125.703812198&type=1&l=762dba9380
I can’t imagine feeling more loved and seen than I do right now.
I’d love to tell you what’s in store for this new month that started yesterday, but I need a few more days of being self absorbed. I’ll tell you on Monday. For now, here’s some pre-reading: http://www.janetlansbury.com/2012/02/what-your-toddler-thinks-of-discipline/