“The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the beginning.” Ivy Baker Priest
I’ve never much liked goodbyes. I come by it honestly. Growing up, when it came to saying goodbye, my mom used to say we were born with our kidneys too close to our eyeballs because we found them sad and were easy to cry. The two of us could see total strangers bidding each other adieu at the airport and in an instant; there would be the tears.
So it comes as a bit of a surprise (mostly to me) that I initiated my own goodbye last month. After six years at the same job, I packed up to start a new opportunity. Equally as surprising (again, only to me) was that I managed to get through my departure sans tears.
While I felt sad knowing I wouldn’t see the good friends I’d made day to day, a strange thing started to happen to me in the days leading up to my last day – I started to see some actual “good” in this whole goodbye thing.
I realized goodbyes are:
Good for getting nice notes from your colleagues and other co-workers you didn’t even know cared
Good for reminding you how much stuff you’ve really accomplished over the years in your job
Good for finding a vase of bright spring tulips on your desk
Good for seeing how much better your current hairdo is than the one on your old ID badge
Good for reminding you to take a leap every once in a while
Good for pushing yourself to go for new things
Good for taking stock of and feeling grateful for all you’ve learned and the great relationships you’ve made
Good for blog post ideas, suggested by your fellow RW (Miss Beckie!)
Good for being the recipient of a heartfelt poem written by your talented and thoughtful coworker who also happens to be a RW (thank you Andrea!)
And of course, GOOD for new beginnings.
Wish me luck!