For the last seven years, I have used this blog (linked to many other platforms) to give you a “look out my window”.
Here is today’s view:
Just a little over six months ago, my wife Alicia and I moved from South Carolina to Michigan. I had accepted a position that I thought would be perfect as I sprinted through the final years of a rewarding career.
From day one, something just didn’t feel right. While Tom, (my employer) and I both had the best intentions, the differences in experience, culture and communication styles became frustrating for all involved. During mid-November, we were both honest and comfortable discussing that maybe the best option might be to respectfully and calmly dissolve the relationship, but that we would wait until after the first of the year to make that decision.
Right around the same time as that conversation, I was contacted by a consultant/friend who was working with a firm that needed to fill a key position and that friend thought that I would be a good choice and would I be interested?
“Funny you should call”, was my response.
I listened and allowed that opportunity to play out and we finalized our agreement earler this week, just two days after Tom and I agreed that as much as we tried, it just wasn’t working out.
Maybe it is true that “God closes one door and opens another?”
While I am disapointed that my position in Michigan did not work out as planned, I have no hard feelings nor regrets. Sometimes, for a variety of reasons, situations just don’t work, regardless of how much you want them to.
This coming Friday will be my last day here and then we will be moving to Cincinnati, OH, where the next chapter begins on January 23rd.
I ask my friends to join me in giving a standing ovation to my wife Alicia. Yesterday, after meeting and having lunch with one of the owners of the new firm and seeing the house we will be moving into, she seems ready to take on the challenge of moving again. She is a real blessing to my life.
I will miss many of the relationships that I have developed while in Michigan, but technology will keep us in contact.
There is much to do in a short period of time, so blogging may be sporadic, but sometimes it is great therapy for me.
More as we move on, but I am reminded of a line from a song that the boys and I covered and would end our nights with, “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”.