About this time last year, I was departing on my annual beach trip with the gals to Ocean Isle (OI) in North Carolina. Two things had happened that would influence the trip and inspire my accompanying blog post.
Dr. Maya Angelou had passed. I’d lost my job due to a reduction in force (RIF).
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”
The blues and blessing of B.B. King.
I was lucky to briefly meet the guitar God while attending a marketing conference in Chicago several years ago. After a long session day, a few of us went out for a cocktail and someone knew where he was playing. As I casually leaned against the bar, my intention was to ask for his autograph during his break. All I got out was an awe-inspired mutter, which he gracefully acknowledged with a smile and a few kinds words. Mr. King was a storyteller and a blues master. He influenced and informed many musicians across many different genres. His spectrum of inspiration will live on indefinitely.
The mad, mad world of Mad Men.
I readily acknowledge the blessing of hearing ocean waves crashing as I sipped my scotch during the finale. Yet, I was sad. This brilliant and pioneering AMC series highlighted the ad world in a provocative fashion. The show put a spotlight on gender and race inequity and illuminated how business was done in the 1950s and 1960s. For all of the strong female characters on the show and who they represented, we creative gals in 2015 stand humbly on your shoulders.
Awaiting my new beginning.
No doubt, the RIF decision a year ago came as a surprise to my higher education tenure at UNCG. Yet three days later, I found myself gratefully road tripping to OI as I processed the news and started planning my move to Florida. I never fathomed the journey would still be ongoing a year later, but I remain a stalwart. I am confident the right organizational fit will come along, the house will sell and off I will go to 800+ miles of beaches. God’s timing; patience is a virtue.
Empowering a new beginning.
The Ocean Isle gals and Pay It Forward stewards
As we packed our bags to return home, I was insistent on taking a group selfie. Just before we took the picture, some news was shared that stopped me in my footsteps. I won’t go into details, but it was good news and as I raised questions, I found grace to accept a big love gesture. As we wrapped up the selfie photo shoot, I shared my gratitude and was told:
“Pay it forward. This is what friends do.”
Cheers to that. I will gladly honor forward payment.
And here’s to the variety of new beginnings in life that come from some other beginning’s end. They provide ebb and flow, just like God’s pool.