Gloating
I had one of those (rare) days, when work leaves me energized and excited. I owe OutFront credit for assembling me and many others in a "Community Leaders" meeting, where we talked strategy and legislation. I charmed and quipped and bantered and offered serious suggestions, taken seriously. There were so many there that I knew, and I took the opportunity to start knitting them together, bearing on my sleeve the fact the fact that I wanted to be a bridge. It might just work!
The rest of the day was a tizzy of preparations, with Quorum's open house awaiting us that evening. It didn't all work like it was supposed to, of course -- the volunteers arrived to help set up as the first guests were arriving, and we gathered so many that cheerful, clustered confusion reigned for a time. But, even with three cups of wine in me, I was my cheerful self (perhaps moreso). There was some atrition within the first hour, but most stayed for the surprisingly-un-dry presentation on tax equity. I even received compliments for my thrown-together fliers. I left work feeling like the work I do is important and appreciated, a feeling I haven't felt so accutely for some time.
The rest of the day was a tizzy of preparations, with Quorum's open house awaiting us that evening. It didn't all work like it was supposed to, of course -- the volunteers arrived to help set up as the first guests were arriving, and we gathered so many that cheerful, clustered confusion reigned for a time. But, even with three cups of wine in me, I was my cheerful self (perhaps moreso). There was some atrition within the first hour, but most stayed for the surprisingly-un-dry presentation on tax equity. I even received compliments for my thrown-together fliers. I left work feeling like the work I do is important and appreciated, a feeling I haven't felt so accutely for some time.