Six months ago today, I sat down at my desk at work, enjoying the second bite of my late afternoon lunch, when the CFO of the [small] company I was working for came over and said,
“Ah, lunch time.”
“Can I talk to you for a minute?”
He then took me into our Human Resources Director’s office, and “let me go.”
I knew it was coming, after a string of emails on Friday afternoons announcing company veterans had left to ‘pursue other opportunities.’
I was prepared for this moment, but it still sucked. Really bad.
I remember the freedom I felt as I arrived home early on that August afternoon, sun shining bright, and walked the two blocks from my house to the North Lake Tahoe Kings Beach to dig my toes into the sand.
I was happy in that moment (♥ Incubus) - the possibilities were endless, but I also had no idea where to start.
Six months later, I can say that, even that life event, happened for a reason.
I have since taken on more challenging and meaningful work, and learned a whole lot about myself in the process.
I made lemonade out of those lemons, and every sip is still refreshing.