This company, TalentFront, was officially conceived when I found myself verklempt at a routine end-of-year staff meeting at my old firm.
Our company had had a very good year . . . no wait, we had had arguably the best year in our corporate history. Our president and CEO, a remarkable leader with an incredible talent for public speaking decided to address the team. During the meeting, he recited our success in a variety of areas and then paused. He noted that in addition to the positive accomplishments of the crew he was proud of what we accomplished personally — who we were as individuals, colleagues, and members of the broader community. The action caught me by surprise, which surprised me even more. I’d heard dozens of these speeches. That night, I reviewed the day’s events with my husband and was overcome AGAIN just relating what had been said. Clearly, this touched a nerve.
Settling in for the night, I chronicled the incident in my journal and mused, “I wonder what this means.” Having learned long ago to trust incidents like these even though the meaning is obscured from me in the short-term, I put down the pen, turned off the light, and hugged my pillow tight.
Brrrring! Brrrring! The alarm went off at 6 am and my brain immediately kicked into full gear. “The reason you are moved is because YOU used to give those speeches.” Interesting. When I led a firm, I did talk to the team, but more importantly, my CEO pegged exactly the sentiments behind the words he and I had uttered – the pride and honor I felt in leading people forward on a shared mission.
I jumped out of bed and started working on my plan. I resigned from the firm in May. Jointly, we determined that I should stay through the end of September and the hiring of a successor. I am pleased to report my good friend and former colleague, Liz, joined the staff in August. We spent the next several weeks living inside of each other’s brains. It was exhilarating watching how much progress she made in such a short amount of time. Everything was set for me to ride off into the sunset at the end of the month.
Then, my youngest child, Mattie, suffered a concussion in a soccer game.
Instead of working my last week, I spent it at home taking care of my daughter who could not walk unaided, had severe headaches, and to make matters interesting had lost all of her memories of home and family with the exception of her nephew and her best friend’s phone number. My firm offered me the opportunity to stay on until the situation stabilized, but I opted to move on. Despite my immediate circumstances, I was a woman on a mission.
To quote Dr. Seuss, “You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. You are the guy [gal!] who will decide where to go.”
To make a long story short, my daughter made a full recovery and here I am . . . in possession of a vision, a desire to contribute, and new inspiration to make this new firm successful. This is probably not the safest decision I have ever made, but it is exactly what I should be doing with my time and talents at this stage in my life.
Welcome to my world, your world, our world. Let’s get the party started!