On the Second day of my Great Resignation my decision gave to me, the gift of time.
What is your favorite time of day? Mine? My beloved and cherish morning cup of joe. A time when I scour the WSJ for important snippets of information that I can share with my colleagues and clients.
After my resignation, I got out of bed at the same time I did before I resigned to enjoy my first cup of liquid, body-jolting, rocket fuel. Except, this time, I realized why I cherish my morning cup of delight so much, and why I took such solace in this time.
I discovered that for this one hour, I was doing exactly what I wanted to do before my entire day was hijacked by other people’s priorities. Previously, the dreams, wants, and wishes of my clients took precedence and dictated my day. In this moment, it scared me straight. Scared me into the realization that I had spent my entire professional career serving other people’s dreams, without feeding my own. For anyone who knows me well, knows that I am a generous person with my time and that I do receive joy from serving others. The difference now? My value system no longer matched that of the firm.
From the bottom of my redheaded heart, I care about people, your families, your legacy and how you are positioned to hit mile stones in your life. What a priceless gift to give to you. The gift of actually caring about you.
I wonder if I’m ever going to use yellow lined paper again?
Year after year, pouring over pages of others people’s lives to help them intentionally plan their legacy was suddenly under my heart’s microscope. Discovering the details that made them tick, or what really pissed them off. I do wonder what it would be like to have someone pay that close attention to every last detail about me. If they only knew how close I was watching, and now? Even closer. Now, I pay close attention to myself, to you, and know that we appreciate it. Every. Single. Day.