Sunday night blog turned into Monday night blog this week. These things happen.
Anyhow, as I sit down to type on this New Year’s Eve, my usual state of reflection has been replaced with anticipation. I’ve done more this year than I ever thought possible, and all of that activity whet my appetite for what’s to come.
One thing’s for certain: what’s to come won’t involve me as much.
For the past three years, I was given the opportunity to restore an old building into a restaurant called The Norwegian. I had no experience. But the success of the place depended on me, and so I had to step up. I had to tear out what was there, rebuild and refinish what remained, and transform it into a functioning restaurant. I carried the weight of the project on my shoulders, knowing that without me, the place wouldn’t have made it.
Except that it did.
Last week. I got so sick that I couldn’t stand. I told my husband we’d have to close the restaurant for the day. But then he reminded me.
I’m not the only one who knows how to step up.
Reader, sometimes we don’t know how much we’re able to accomplish until we absolutely have to do it. When I got sick, my fellow chefs at the building blew me away. They carried the weight on their shoulders, and the place ran without a hitch.
As I enter into 2019, I plan to lean harder on the people around me, allowing them to feel the same rush of responsibility that I did, letting them know how important they are. Not only will I enjoy watching them shine, but maybe I’ll actually get a day off from time to time.
Wouldn’t that be nice. See you next Sunday. -Em