It’s been a very challenging eight weeks. And it’s not over yet.
But, as I spend a Saturday before Christmas, organizing a team of amazing people that work for me to work and close out a project at work, I am going through my 6 971 emails in my inbox, I sort on ‘name’ to try and clear out the emails from people who are important. I find one from my boss. Just a poem like this:
When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.
Just the text. No opening or closing line or telling me anything to do.
Not even sure where it comes from, but I think I might frame it and put it on my office wall, to the left of my movie poster for “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and I’ll find a new spot for my calendar.
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