A couple of months ago I shared the post, “When life changes – but you don’t want to.”
In it I described how a treasured boss would be retiring, and shared a few tips for coping with impending change.
This month the tsunami of transition came crashing down with full force.
Perhaps I was naïve to think I might have a few days (or even weeks) of calm after my boss’s last day to grieve and re-group before my world turned upside down.
That first morning, I quietly entered his bare office and was overcome with emotion. The pain felt very much like when I visited my father’s vacant home after he died.
I wasn’t alone in my struggles. There was a subdued mood across campus, and a teary-eyed co-worker said it felt like the “heart” had gone out of the building.
Yet at 10:30 a.m. that morning, before we even had a chance to dry our eyes, we received the announcement. Our new college president had been appointed and would begin in six weeks.
Instantly, the mantra became “moving forward.”
The world as I knew it shifted, and the flood waters of change rapidly rose around my ankles.