I expect this is mostly because I’m tired and mood swing-y, but I marvel that the people in my life seem to know when to reach out as I sit here marinating in my grumpiness.
This past weekend was massively eventful, a small intro to the craziness and social dynamic that will soon come to dominate the rest of b-school. It also left me drained, grumpy, and just down. I know, I know, not your typical response to getting a peek of the exciting leadership growth and networking opportunities. But that’s me – your overextended introvert.
The work day today wasn’t the greatest. I was only halfway productive and I just wanted to go home the entire time. On top of it all, it was bloody awful freezing in the office, as usual.
But then after I get home I’m reminded that I have a lot to be grateful for. Namely, the people in my life who care and matter, even if they don’t realize that they’re doing the biggest thing by shooting me a message. My oldest friend of 20 years (literally, twenty years) asking to hang out soon. My dad, because I left a very weird grumpy voicemail on the home phone and he always knows how to keep it real. My mum, forever my sounding board even if I’m frustratedly half-yelling at the phone while driving home. And even someone I met this weekend, my future classmate, inviting me to another happy hour for next week to just hang out.
So just remember. There’s always people.