Word of the Week #WotW

This week has not gone as planned, this week I realised that planning isn’t always a good thing.

(I can’t believe I typed that either).

But I planned a trip to London for a 6 year-old, but unfortunately I planned it with my feet in the shoes of my 6 year-old self. And in the process learned so much about my 6 year-old, and how much of an individual she is.

I also ended up needing a sick day, and felt just as sick for missing some important meetings as I did for being sick.

And then I picked up a voicemail. Which I didn’t ‘get’ but reference to a conversation which hadn’t happened meant I began to play out a wide range of conversations.

I went back to London on Thursday, and phoned my boss when I got there. The voicemail was understood.

I’ve been offered a new opportunity. Only for four months. It’s not a promotion. 

But it’s a new team. A brand new role. Part of a new way of working.

No line management responsibility. I love the way it was sold to me.

 

When you start a week, a day, a phone call with a sense of certainty, 

The direction one journey can take,

The difference one phone call can make,

The wealth of learning a week of your life can offer.

September brings a new chapter for all of us.