After hitting publish on last week’s Weblog Wednesday, I thought my week couldn’t get any more stressful. I was wrong.
There were some really fun moments, to be sure, but a few pieces of sobering news.
Join me now for a more subdued than normal Weblog Wednesday. Thursday was another crazy busy day at work. My current project has me feeling so snowed under that I can barely see the light. Late in the afternoon, my manager sent out an invitation for a team meeting the next morning at 8:30.
Huh, I thought. That’s weird. Very last minute. And no description in the invitation.
Being my naive, optimistic self, I just assumed there were some technical or legal issues we needed to discuss as a team. So, on Friday morning, I bounced into the conference room, pen and paper in hand, ready to talk business.
My manager opened the conference line for our team across the rest of the country. Without so much as any “good mornings” or small talk or pleasantries, she just blurted out, “The purpose of this meeting is to tell you all that I’ve resigned.”
While my manager is far from my best friend, I really adore and admire her, and the news of her leaving really shocked and saddened me. Plus, for the foreseeable future the rest of us will have even heavier workloads. Being needed is great, of course, but I worry about feeling lost at sea.
I was in such shock and sadness on Friday that I had a really hard time concentrating on anything. My work BFF insisted we get out in the sunshine over lunch, so we popped over to a little cafe that we both love. She cheered me up with our usual girly banter about shoes and nail polish and weekend plans.
That evening, I took myself out for coffee and tried reading a book but still felt so distracted that I didn’t really retain anything I read. I just needed a really good sleep, some time to soak in the shocking news, and regroup.
Saturday was a zillion times better. I was determined to make the most of the day, be productive, and enjoy every moment of it.
I woke up at 6, wrote this week’s Toast of Tuesday post, went on a cathartic 18 mile run, and then fell into a heavy nap. That afternoon I read about 150 pages in my current book before going to the Saturday night MeetUp I’ve talked about before on here.
Sometimes 25 people show up, sometimes much fewer. This weekend there were 3 of us signed up, but one person flaked at the last second. So it ended up just being me and a friend I met at a MeetUp a couple of months ago.
We did really well on trivia for the first few rounds, but then the questions got crazy hard. Like, “what was the middle name of the second cousin of the third person to be inducted into the Major League Baseball hall of fame?”
Ok, so I might be exaggerating slightly on how hard the questions were, but they were really dang hard!! Needless to say, our team lost, but we still had a lot of fun.
Sunday was filled with chores and grocery shopping and reading.
Monday is when the next dose of sobering news came. One of my good friends was diagnosed with cancer a month ago. While any cancer diagnosis is obviously horrifying, we were all optimistic for her recovery since her type of cancer has a high treatment rate.
On Monday the news came that even though her first surgery went well, the cancer has spread to a number of other places in her body. She’s not answering her phone or replying to text, and I can totally understand why.
Dear readers, please go hug your loved ones. Please tell people you love them. Go give your dog an extra long belly rub. Hold your partner’s hand when you go out. Eat that cookie. Look past the stresses of work and school and politics and money and just enjoy the moment. Try to remember that you’ll never have this exact moment ever again.
If I’m honest, I’m saying all that more to myself than anyone else. Of course, if anyone reading this gets something out of it, wonderful. But I know I need to practice what I’m preaching here.
Case in point, Tuesday: a coworker and I had a meeting, and we got into a bit of a tiff because I felt she was acting uncharacteristically condescending and rude, and I told her I didn’t appreciate that. She ended our conversation and ignored my instant messages asking for a phone conversation to clear the air please.
Who knows, maybe she’s going through some really tough things in her life and the stress is slipping out unwittingly. I’m trying to be forgiving and empathetic, but for hours afterwards I just couldn’t shake the hurt from someone being so rude.
But now I’m reminding myself of what is truly important in life: love, friendship, physical and mental health. And, thinking about my friend whose cancer is spread, thinking about how much I have to be grateful for in this life, I realize that my gripe over a colleague being nasty in a meeting is doing nothing but hurting me.
So, here I am, wrapping up a post on a blog that gives me great joy. Taking in the warm vanilla scent of flickering candles. Listening to Mozart. Enjoying some of the things in this life that I want to always be grateful for.
Thank you, dear readers.