I found myself thinking this morning, after reading a Tweet from a journalist-friend, about my frustration with the lack of clarity as to how we all move forward.
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.
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.