Coincidence that's it's been two days since I woke up with Nantucket next to me?
After I finally dragged myself up and into the shower and still surprisingly made it to work at 7:30 AM, here were some other things that happened:
- I casually interviewed 10 Indians.
- I was informally mentored by a woman that I've admired for roughly the last 12 years. She works in headquarters, is my age, ran a similar program to me, is now a director ($$$) has perfect style, perfect hair, is so so smart, and I've basically wanted to be her for a while. And today she told me "Don't underestimate yourself, tell people what you want or you'll never get it and you deserve it". She later checked in on me with some more ideas, all on her own, because she, who barely knows me, wants me to succeed.
- I bumped into two friends I hadn't seen in a while and they commented they couldn't believe I was single, and mentioned where the cute guys in their building sat.
- I then saw my ex-boyfriend whom I dated for 6 years, and we smiled at each other, totally fine.
- Went back to my office and met with my new manager, who thinks I'm capable of being the leader of my program managing 200 people.
- Met with my old boss who wants to help me, even though he's not in a role within my program anymore, just because he wants to see me succeed.
- Met with an employee who thanked me for doing what I do, caring for him and helping him succeed.
- Talked to Scooter, who checked in to see where I was, talk about life and give me crap for who I chose to go to the concert with Saturday night. I told him some of the things Nantucket said... Scooter said he knows I went nuts before but he knows that's not me, and hasn't been me for months, and that he values our friendship. I asked him if somehow we both ended up single again at the same time if he'd ever date me again. He said yes. (This was all hypothetical - I wouldn't date him again, the zsa zsa zsu is gone and he's going to marry his girlfriend, I know it in my gut).
So all of the above is in my mind ... my poor poor crazy mind ... and is outweighed by what Nantucket does.
I just read something that said ... "if you judge a fish on it's ability to climb tree... it will live it's whole life believing it's stupid."
He's the only one that judges me on what I do wrong. And everyone else supports and cares about what I do right. He makes me think I'm stupid and something is wrong with me.
One of my best friends, Katrina, told me he's like a tick. Under my skin. Embedded. Sucking life out of me. And I've been told that even if you pull a tick out sometimes, the head stays and the life-sucking-body grows back.
He's devolved past a frog into a tick. Does anyone know how to get a tick out from under your skin!?
Lessons Learned:
- I need to keep relearning the same lessons over and over again. Obviously.
- Sometimes people get stuck under your skin and you know it doesn't make sense, but you just can't help it.
- Fish can't climb.
- I need to make the next blog more uplifting!
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