Looking back, I remember the moment so clearly. We decided to make the move from NYC to Nashville. It was never supposed to be long-term. I was making a career move that would hopefully position me for a better role in a few years, back in our New York office.
Little did I know, life was about to happen in the process.
We ended up staying in Nashville for over 6 years, 4 years longer than I originally anticipated. We built our life there, we found our tribe.
Professionally, it was a mix of highs and lows.
After riding a massive wave that more than tripled our revenue one year, a few years later we found ourselves struggling. Such is life in the world of entertainment. You win big. You lose big. The key is rising above in the tough moments and that is what I did. I showed up. I worked hard.
As we approached the decision to potentially pack up our entire life and leave it all behind, I thought about my team. The memories. The clients. I thought about the work we had done through the years. The good times and the bad times. Then, I thought about my family and the future we wanted to provide for our children. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. Right, yes. Easy, no.
Once the decision was made, I never questioned it.
I decided my resignation would be a gift to myself for my 40th birthday to ring in the next decade.
The day had come.
That morning, I took my most trusted employee aside and asked her to coffee. I am a woman of my word: never blindside people. We had a good chat that morning and I told her everything.
I took my assistant to lunch that afternoon.
Everyone else that needed to know would find out soon enough. I wanted to give my boss the courtesy of hearing it directly from me as opposed to the grapevine. I wanted to walk away with my head held high.
I talked to him that afternoon. It came as a bit of a shock.
He announced it to the rest of the team the following Tuesday, which was followed by, “Holy Crap! You are actually doing it!?! That was the conversation around the boardroom table that afternoon.
We left 4 weeks later.
We have been here now for just over a month. Each day has presented an opportunity to grow and learn a bit more about the world, ourselves, and embrace a new season of life for us as a family. There have been some good moments. There have been some moments we didn’t prepare for.
One of the things I keep reminding myself is to be thankful. It is an easy thing to forget when life is going at hyper speed: stress at work, parenting has frayed your nerves, financial pressures are weighing you down, you have just quit your job and moved your family across the world. Whatever it may be.
The first thing we often lose sight of in those moments is our ability to be grateful.
Moments of struggle are an opportunity to dig deep. Something as simple as being thankful for green grass or air to breathe. It doesn’t have to be monumental. It simply needs to remind you that life always has something to offer, something to be thankful for, even in those tough moments.
Today, I am grateful for the people I have met through the years who had a significant impact on my career. I am grateful for the opportunity to redefine what life looks like for our family. Most of all, I am grateful that we are together to do this crazy little thing called life.
This week, I challenge each of you to keep a gratitude journal. Each day, whether it be 5 minutes in the morning or just before bed, write down your three things. One week will turn into two, which will turn into a month, which will turn into a year.
Gratitude is a commitment to yourself and your own well-being. And who knows, maybe you will even find yourself grateful for the tough moments and struggles because they have prepared you to climb the next hill.
Cheers to a new week!!!