I was comfortable. I had found a place that practiced values and cared about the people who came there for treatment and the people who, in one capacity or another, came there to serve their needs.
Most of all, in that place, I had found my place. And though it was stressful and challenging, I was convinced that I did things that mattered. I connected. I led. I served. My quirky ideas and insights made sense and made an impact.
Then came the unsettling news that my place was not going to be my place much longer.
I spent useless hours wondering why. More hours thinking I could reinvent myself to fit into a different peg. A few more unproductive hours feeling bitter. Then, I simply returned to being who I am, and understanding that my unique talents, character and skills still have a place. It just isn't the same place any more.
With that, I began to look at what good would come of this experience. After all, I have often advised others that what you dread most is often what you need to face and embrace.
I wondered... What will I learn? What will I find in this new beginning that will stretch and energize me? What strengths will surface that I might never have known existed at all? I actually began to be excited about this new journey, and anxious to take that first step.
I wait with great anticipation for my new place. In the meantime, I work to leave a legacy in the small contriutions I make, in being remembered for being kind and being constructive, for smiling often and bringing smiles to others, and saying with absolute honesty and conviction, "It was my very great pleasure to help you."
