So, something kind of amazing happened. In my head, anyway.
I stopped being so filled with rage.
Work-wise, anyway.
Maybe it was the team dinner last night with more out-of-towners than townies at the table. Maybe it was the chemistry, the laughter, the collaboration, the respect, the rich history (as we’ve traveled from company to company together).
Maybe it’s the fact that my people generally do leave me alone to do my thing.
Maybe it’s that, after a friend let me down, he has been killing himself to make it up to me.
Maybe it’s that I stopped eye-rolling at everyone’s big (crazy) dreams and started accepting the fact that it’s OK to dream the impossible. I don’t have to believe it, but I do have to be around to see it if it does in fact arrive.
Everything else is still a mess. But maybe this work stuff is all going to turn out OK after all. I’m in it for another day. At least …