Career Grief sucks. There, I said it. It sucks — horribly.
I sat in a pool of it this past week, despite an astronomical EQ, a mad set of business skills, and growing demand for my work. That, my friends, is exactly why it torques my day. It rolled through at the most unexpected (and least welcome) moment, leaving me cranky that I still feel the aftershock of losing a job I loved.
Some days grief is like a spider web. You walk face first into it and no matter how much you spin and try to pull away from it; the tiny strands cling to you all day long.
Rather than wallow in a pool of self-loathing, I pinned down the source of recurring frustration. I confess that my departure felt like a failed mission — it’s one thing to admit defeat but altogether castrating when someone else calls the time of death for you.
A Sense of Failure at the Root of Grief
It turns out that I’ve been mourning a vital part of me that I left behind. That part of me is kick-ass brilliance and talent, and I’d be an idiot not to retrieve them. In order to do that, I deconstructed my (self-labeled) failure by asking four questions:
Did I attempt too much?
Where did I contribute to poor communication or incomplete information?
How did I dilute my own authority or weaken my team’s responsibility?
When and how did I permit “drop-in crises” to derail our primary mission? Continue reading