Somewhere in all the craziness of the last few months, like many of you, I found my way through the initial disbelief, shock, and hope this would all be short-lived, to the acceptance that it won’t be/shouldn’t be, to the realization of the strain it has taken on my life.
Yesterday I had a nice call with my “homework assignment” partner for the Shannon Institute. We called an audible, and rather than discuss the assignment, we just took some time to put everything else on hold and check in with each other.
I remember when I got the job. The country was in flux, a new President was being sworn in, and there was fear bubbling to the surface in many corners of the Jewish community as to what this new leadership would mean. Many, including myself, wanted to hope for the best, yet feared the worst – hoping that our concerns would be proven wrong.
So you woke up one day and went to work. Maybe you dropped the kids off at daycare and made a run to your local coffee shop for a large skinny non-fat mocha with soy milk and an extra shot. You arrived, found a good parking spot close to the door, and made your way inside to your desk where you quickly scanned your inbox and mapped out a plan for the day.