A few days ago I attended a business meeting and encountered a woman I haven’t seen since I left my old job last May. Our hotel properties used to be side by side so we had a fairly regular occasion to bump into each other but I haven’t seen her since I began my new job. We exchanged the usual pleasantries, took our seats and the meeting began. After an hour of brainstorming, the session adjourned and we were able to chat a little more and catch up.
We, of course, commiserated with each other about the roller coaster of weather we have been experiencing this year. We talked briefly about how the hospitality business has been for each of us this season and then the conversation changed completely.
She looked at me quizzically and said, “I’m not sure if this will come out the way I mean it to, but your face looks so much lighter.”
It was an odd statement, certainly, but one I have been hearing more frequently. It wasn’t in reference to my pallid winter flesh color nor was it meant to infer anything about weight loss. She simply observed my happiness.
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When she had seen me last, I was working at a job that I no longer enjoyed. The stress that I faced each day was etching itself into my face and I looked, and felt, like a different person. It was a tough decision leaving that job because it had once been a place I considered to be a second home and my fellow employees were like family. When that home was bought by a corporation, the feel of my job evolved into something foreign. It was no longer a warm and inviting place to be and, although I had to leave some great people behind, I made the tough choice to get happy again.
I was fortunate enough to be able to make the decision to be happy, and if my face is any indication, I made the right choice.