“Change is hard at first. Messy in the middle and gorgeous at the end.” ~Robin Sharma
One year complete at my new job. Never imagined I would be so happy at my job based on the last two years there were the Siemens fiasco. I went from purgatory to heaven and was paid six months salary to make the change. I also moved from the suburbs to the city. In total, the change was from mundane to exciting. I love working downtown. The energy change is palpable every day.
Today, I shifted my commute by an hour giving the commute and the people walking the city streets a different vibe. Not better. Not worse. Simply different. Delicious to my senses. At 7 am there are very few people in the streets. Today, it’s 8 am. There is a more business like atmosphere to the people rushing about while I sit at Starbucks sipping tea and writing.
The weather is pleasant, near perfect as one can hope for living in a city that tends toward high humidity, which means people have shed their bland wintry skins for colorful spring plumage. Bright colors, dresses, skirts, sunglasses. As usual, the female puts on the more spectacular showing. Men have far to go in the peacock category.
This collective that is humanity continues to amaze me. Every person a story. Every story unique. Same city with a common culture yet no two are alike. Yes, there are overlaps. Same home town. Same university. Same religion. Same job title. The overlaps provide little more than touch stones, talking points, anchors from which to relate to others.
I am an Agile coach with a style all my own. A style colored by every experience from my conception to the later train I took into the city today. Today, I am attending the first day of a Certified Agile Leadership training, another arrow in my quiver, an arrow that will be uniquely mine.
I wish humanity had the strength of character to embrace diversity instead of shunning, or worse, fearing differences. I wish everyone had the passion to know other’s stories. It is our stories that make us human not simply the accident of our births. It is in the sharing of our stories that we become connected to the greater organism.