Friends! I need your advice!
A week from today, we fly off to the longest vacation we've ever taken together. (Hm. I think it's the longest vacation I've ever taken, period.) We're headed out for 2.5 weeks, split between Barcelona and Paris.
I do so hope you'll tell me your favorite things about these fair cities - if you were going, what would you do? Your favorite spot? Restaurant? Bar? Museum? Fill up the comments, send me an email - I want all of your thoughts in my little book when I go.
(So far, my favorite piece of advice for Paris: "Try to catch a moonrise from the top floor of the Pompidou".)
Oh, the pain au chocolat, the jamon e queso, the boquerones. The Gaudi and the art and the air of something different. I love exploring a new city, hearing their secrets, teasing them out, wandering until I find magic. I can't wait to see what these two want to tell me.
|It's been a rough couple of weeks, but my friends are bright spots and saving graces that remind me who I am & who I like to be. They center me and ground me. And even when I'm full of long dark teatime of the soul (oh how dramatic), and the queen obsessor, and the picture of insecurity, they let me cry on their shoulder for a few minutes, hug me tightly, and then drop me back to level. When I count my blessings, I count every one of you. Thank you for being here - I treasure you.
I dedicate to you this marvellous quote I read this week - because you're the people who help me come alive.
"Don't ask what the world needs.
Well, there we go. Up all night last night, crazy work and turns over the last few weeks, and our newest Frankensteins are loosed on the world. I'm pretty proud of them, and the coordination/integration role that I was lucky enough to play. And my team? They rock my world. Harder than I can explain.
Which is good - because soon, they won't be my team in the current sense - and I like to transition with a positive song.
I have a new job; in the midst of all of the craziness, I spent Monday telling my team that I won't be their boss anymore. It's a promotion of sorts (though not a titled sort of promotion), and I get to go back to being an individual contributor after years and years of management. I'll still report to my current boss, but I'll no longer be The QuickTime Girl. (That's a 10 year gig, in case you weren't counting.) The closest I can get to a good title for the new role? Special Agent. (Come, now, Mr. BigWig. You really don't want me to have to send in Agent Borogove, do you....?) I'll be doing strategic planning, competitive analysis, firefighting, and department-wide program management. I'm going to learn a lot of new stuff, and it's going to be exciting... but it's also going to be hard to leave this long-term identity behind.
The good news? I'm leaving it in the hands of that very same team who rocks my world. I'm so proud of all of them - I really am. I know they'll carry the torch with grace, aplomb, and asskicking in appropriate proportions.
Transitions can be rough, and bittersweet, and full of fireworks all at once. Life is crazy. I love it and revel in it even when I cry and rail and laugh.
(And in the end - who can complain, really, about Special Agenthood? ....maybe I'll get some wigs and boots out of the deal?)