Big Risk, Big Reward
So, in a few days I will have the distinct pleasure of seeing my bestie again. You see, three years ago, my husband and I decided to uproot our little family and move out to Calgary from our little town of Mont-Tremblant in Québec. Big risk, big reward. I've been deliriously happy in my new city, and I'm loving not just my new role but also my new school. But along with the good comes the not-so-good. I miss my best friend.
Almost twenty years ago, a connection was forged between two young women in a tourist town. What began quite innocently enough while working at the local Tex-Mex restaurant developed into a lasting friendship. My bestie has seen me at my best... and at my very worst. Now, don't get me wrong. I have a husband who completes me in every way, including being my partner and friend, but a girl can't survive without a best girlfriend. If you don't already know this, take my word for it.
What I appreciate about Mel is that she asks all the right questions at just the right time. She probably has no idea how much she has helped me in my career, and in life in general. There's something to be said for being able to lay yourself bare to another human being without the fear of judgment. That's where the real magic happens. That trust doesn't come along every day, it has to be built and it has to withstand some serious challenges. Big risk, big reward.
That makes me think about relationships in general, the connections that we make to others, the trust that we seek so that we don't feel judged but accepted for who we are. Exposing our vulnerabilities is a risk that we face on a daily basis, and some people do this readily while others struggle to open up. Trust is a tricky thing, after all. It's hard won at the outset, but it takes no time at all to shatter, and once that happens it takes an eternity to get back.
Stephen Covey has had lots to say about trust, and with good reason. How can we move forward, as an organization or in a relationship, if trust doesn't exist? Trust is the safety net that allows us to take the leap when necessary. The big risk is that much easier to take when you know that someone's got your back if you stumble. And in the end, for me, that support is the biggest reward of all.
Almost twenty years ago, a connection was forged between two young women in a tourist town. What began quite innocently enough while working at the local Tex-Mex restaurant developed into a lasting friendship. My bestie has seen me at my best... and at my very worst. Now, don't get me wrong. I have a husband who completes me in every way, including being my partner and friend, but a girl can't survive without a best girlfriend. If you don't already know this, take my word for it.
What I appreciate about Mel is that she asks all the right questions at just the right time. She probably has no idea how much she has helped me in my career, and in life in general. There's something to be said for being able to lay yourself bare to another human being without the fear of judgment. That's where the real magic happens. That trust doesn't come along every day, it has to be built and it has to withstand some serious challenges. Big risk, big reward.
That makes me think about relationships in general, the connections that we make to others, the trust that we seek so that we don't feel judged but accepted for who we are. Exposing our vulnerabilities is a risk that we face on a daily basis, and some people do this readily while others struggle to open up. Trust is a tricky thing, after all. It's hard won at the outset, but it takes no time at all to shatter, and once that happens it takes an eternity to get back.
Stephen Covey has had lots to say about trust, and with good reason. How can we move forward, as an organization or in a relationship, if trust doesn't exist? Trust is the safety net that allows us to take the leap when necessary. The big risk is that much easier to take when you know that someone's got your back if you stumble. And in the end, for me, that support is the biggest reward of all.
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