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Moving Day

 

Today is moving day. I do NOT like moving. Thankfully, this is “just” an office move and I am not moving my primary residence. Furthermore, the space into which our company is moving is quite the upgrade, both in size and quality. It is a good thing, a great thing, even if I don’t like moving.

But I am still feeling the stress of the transition. Many moving parts. Utilities that must be transferred over. Forwarding addresses. New furniture and décor that must be ordered. Just the simple shift from the “norm” adds stress and discomfort. There are a lot of little pieces that must fall into place.

But as I am packing up my office, I am finding precious treasure. Not silver or gold, but treasure far more valuable.

There are notes from my children stuffed into drawers and envelopes that I have not seen in years. Notes that were scribbled by kids who were kindergarteners at the time but now are almost as tall as me.

I came across letters and cards from my wife. Family photos. There are trinkets from the old office space and relics from how we used to operate as a business that are reminding me how much we have grown and how far we have come.

And I do not just mean the growth of the business in number of employees, revenue, valuation or some bottom-line accounting measurement – although I am so grateful for how those metrics have changed. But I mean the growth of us as individuals and collectively as a team. The growth both in competence and comradery. The blood, sweat and tears from battles fought alongside one another as we struggled to find who we really are and what we could accomplish together. The growth that comes with a strange balance of both confidence and humility that we have gained as we navigate a challenging, volatile and ever-changing industry.

Today is moving day, and despite the strained relationship I have with a physical move, I am feeling a calming sense of gratitude. In this moment I am more focused on all the intangibles that have moved along my journey. I am not the same person who moved into this office six years ago. My business is not the same. My team is not the same. My family is not the same. We have all moved. And for that, I am grateful.

I still do not like moving, but I have been reminded this morning of how I am immensely blessed beyond measure, both in my career and in my personal life. And in our new office, we have an obligation, a duty, to move others. To bless others with the blessings and opportunities we have been afforded. To help those around us get to where they need to be. May we always be assisting others in moving toward a brighter future. 


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