When were you at your work happiest?

I read an interesting article the other day about what to look for when searching for the best career: “Think back to a time when you were at your best, at your happiest…what were you doing at the time?”

For me, I have been blessed with teams and companies where we ALL grew–working for three privately held companies. Three jobs that never felt like work. Three jobs where my growth potential was tied to care. Three jobs were I worked my tail off. Three jobs where my imagination and drive allowed me to grow people and sales. Three companies that were led by dreamers and doers.

I was happy.

It took a collaborative approach. No one was right. No one was wrong. We all were “allowed” to be ourselves, but knowing you took full responsibility for that self–good or bad.

You were accountable.

It sounds like such a far away world today.

I have a former team member I wrote a letter of recommendation for last week. She said it best. She said she was always supported to be the top dog even when she was the runt of the litter. Even when she did not know all she needed to know, she was celebrated as being damn good at her job. She didn’t know it all, but she had the drive and personality to light up a city block. She certainly was not doing nothing and getting a participation trophy.

She was learning.

She worked hard at being what she was being transported into being and she grew. She is now one of the top reps in the professional beauty industry.

Why?

Because she could be herself. The good, the bad…we cultivated her skills, but we never chained her spirit.

I remember when I went from sales into management. I was a great salesperson. I loved my customers. I never wanted to go into management. I was not given a choice due to a buy out. I was not a good manager in the beginning.

Why?

Because I managed people like they were me. My skill set, my drive…we were headed down a bad path. It took someone telling me that “I didn’t get it, call me back when you do”. (He promptly hung up on me.)

Another two months of mediocrity and stress went by until I really “got” it. I had nine women working for me, one with about nine personalities of her own and I wanted them to be me. It was an easier path, I thought.

I was wrong.

“Me” was okay, but it did not elevate them to where they needed to be. I needed to address their own strengths and virtues. Once I did, they shined above every team in the country. No one had free reign. We had rules. We had boundaries.

We had talent and passion beyond measure.

What we had most was mutual respect.

My current company has just been purchased. Do I know where I will land? Of course, not. I have been through buy outs in the past. What I can tell you is that both changed the culture of the original company. What was unique, became ordinary. What was a once creative space became a small box with large walls. Both became like everyone else’s companies: run of the mill.

This time, maybe not. Maybe the change will be an opportunity for true growth, after all, isn’t change in itself an opportunity? Who knows? I may even change in the process.

Still, I applaud the companies that recognize individuality. It seems all, but lost, in the world today. You are expected to think like the mainstream. You are all, but punished, for having your own ideals. You are managed by a script.

We need people and companies that maintain the uniqueness of the people who make the whole. My best memories of success were never with just a solo picture of myself.

And, we wonder why people have to think back to a time of happiness.

Is it because it is not a current thought?

Fashion by Covid

I was in my closet last night.

If life was normal, which it surely isn’t, I would have been picking out clothes for a work trip, packing and heading towards the airport. But life is no where near normal–our lives have been turned upside down by the craziness of Covid and a rash of other issues. (I choose this morning to talk about the former as I would like to keep my head together today. The latter makes me crazier than Covid…)

So, back to the closet.

I perused the new shelves we put in at the end of Covid winter. Beautiful sling back sandals and cute, comfy “tenny shoes” sit perfectly there surrounded by a new set of chest of drawers. Those drawers have hardly been opened. My Easter dress, pressed and unworn, says so much about the state of the world and my closet–some of the things that mean the most to our hearts have come to a standstill. (That would be celebrating Easter, not the dress!) Covid spring went by in a long blink.

We are now in the middle of Covid summer. Pretty little dresses and fanciful tops hang perfectly side by side on the velvet hangers. I ran my fingers over the crisp cotton fabric and it felt as though the clothes were conveying to me what I have been feeling for months: LET ME OUT!

Now, first of all, I love being home. I love the quiet of the woods and that I have family within a (very) loud yelling distance. I prefer home over anywhere else, but I have missed my friends and the chance to visit the places I love. Covid spring took away a planned beach trip with a dear friend planned for Kiawah Island. Covid summer has taken away any chance of a Gulf trip. Covid, it seems, has just taken…

My closet seems so lonely, like it feels I am playing favorites to tattered Adidas and Wal-Mart online picture worthy choices. I have had the ‘stay in pajamas’ day only once, but I felt I needed to try harder. But each day, no matter the weather or the occasion, is Covid groundhog day–same type of attire, same chance of not playing dress up.

I am looking towards Covid fall wondering if I will see any cuddly sweaters or boots in my future. Will I or will my wardrobe continue to be the same sweats and t-shirts swapped for sweatshirts? Will those great shoes in my closet be out of style when this is all over or will I?

I ponder these things.

I think about the little things and the time missed with friends. I can’t imagine living in a city without the outdoors to roam. I cannot even fathom how a child feels not having someone to play with or missing birthday parties. Those things are so big when you are little.

It seems so unfair.

I also wonder about a lot of stupid stuff.

Don’t even get me started on my hair…