"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened." -Dr. Seuss
Yesterday I moved my work possessions from my old desk to my new work area. It was an event that had somewhat of a spiritual significance to me. As I combed my way through files, documents, office supplies, and other sundry items that I don't remember hoarding, I caught glimpses of my growth over the years spent in my department. And what can I say about myself for the last 12 years? Well, I think I care a lot about those who work with me and have worked for me. My employee files were filled with notes and events showing how much I planned for their professional development. My work files detailed the processes I created so that my succesor can take over without too much explaining. That made me happy.
And I love food. I have olive oil, many different kinds of tea, sugar, even flavored syrup in my desk. I have a whole little drawer full of side items to enhance my breakfast/lunch. That made me smile.
All throughout the week, I received texts, emails, cards, cupcakes, hugs and smiles, and goofy gifts from my colleagues as they expressed their sincere thoughts about our time together. I'm only moving across the office area, but I'm going to dearly miss the daily interactions, the cutting up and total loopiness that have made work seem less like work and more like fun. Teams like that take a while to develop, if at all. That made me feel nostalgic.
Affirmation that my decision is following in God's will for me came from my employees, as they expressed their gratitude for working with me and for me, reassuring me that I'm being fashioned for something else. I am honored to be shown such kindness and love. This makes me feel humbled.
Change comes at a price. I think I've gotten a great deal.
