The work week began with a bang.
Before I knew it, I found myself in front of my team telling them I had been selected for another assignment. One that would have me on a plane in just a few short hours crossing the country into the unknown – personally and professionally.
You see, I’m an East Coast guy. I like movies, but I don’t care for Hollywood. I like Seafood, but I prefer it cooked. I like the ocean, but I don’t surf.
My world quaked with change and opportunity, excitement and anxiety, clarity and confusion. I headed out on my new adventure with all kinds of questions and very few answers. But isn’t that the definition of adventure?
At this point, Monday night and Tuesday morning seem so long ago. I’ve crossed the country twice in less than 4 days. I’ve seen the ugliness of LA freeway traffic – freeways that make you feel anything BUT free – contrasted with the indescribable feeling of winding down a picturesque mountain road that places you so impossibly at the water’s edge. I entered an office building of faceless, nameless corporate drones and left a place filled with talented colleagues, supportive business partners and burgeoning friendships.
It’s a lot to take in. There’s a lot yet to happen. But as I flew on the red eye back to Charlotte, squeezed into the center seat next to a rather robust gentleman who had annexed my portion of the armrest and the surrounding area, I decided that this trip may have been stingy on sleep, but it gave me all I could ask for in the way of motivation, opportunity and a new perspective on things.
All that said, I hope next week is a bit more predictable.
