Anyone who's spoken to me in the past few weeks knows how frustrated I've been lately. Working 12+ hour days, impossible daily folder reviews, unclear roles and feeling a lack of recognition.
Yesterday was the best day I've had in a long time. The whole day. I woke up to the sound of raindrops through my open window. Went to the office and spent 6 hours running a training session for a cross functional group of colleagues in the big 'powerhouse'. The first cascade of a mandated training program I got roped into a couple of months ago.
Afterwards I was giddy, hyper, exchanging late friday emails with colleagues...hockey, cocktails, clamato and apple juice. At 5pm, I had an epiphany. He pushes me so much cause he knows I can do it. Our almost daily arguments help define my thinking. Through the frustration the quality of my work has increased, the definition of my role has become clear. The best day.
Ending with vodka/cran at the Guggenheim. Great music. Just enough in my system to make the Russian art subjects look beautiful. Boring men calling me Sarah. The quote that inspired the title of the post.
Got to run to football...maybe I'll finally get that touchdown ;)