Notes from Steve
So, we put a date on my retirement. It’s officially September 1, 2027 - 15 months from now. This is weird. It also comes with the big plan for reorganization and new positions. Those 15 months potentially will go fast, but it could also be like a 6-year-old three days before Christmas - where it feels like three years. I needed to put this in place because it was a block for others to move. Like on Black Friday at the mall years ago, where people would stop in the middle of the walkway so they could have conversations with people going the other way; blocking up traffic - I was blocking traffic.
“So, Steve, are you coming back to consult or be part of the community?” No, and probably not. A. I told a board member last Tuesday that I would have been majorly upset if the previous CEO stuck around and interjected their unwanted* opinion, and B. My friend Priscilla - who used to run nursing homes in the Good Samaritan chain - told me that when they retired from a facility - they needed to leave. I get this. However, I will be back if my band is still playing in town. It took me a while to get to this place in my mind … I needed to flip the page and go on to the next chapter. I’ve moved on to acceptance.
I did this thing where I had to submit spit and other stuff,** and I am working with my personal coach (she’s a microbiologist and trying some new things), and I got a report. The thing that bothers me the most - is the report said I’m allergic or have reactions to a lot of foods - most are what I have for every meal every day. My coach said, “Try going two weeks not eating these foods” (all wheat products - bread, pasta, pizza; corn, cheese, certain beans, and onions, and most of all - mushrooms). I’ve been trying to follow her advice, and she said I’ll potentially feel better. And I kind of do. My worry about approaching retirement was - plan on getting older and creakier … but if I can roll off into the sunset (in 15 months) feeling good … YAY!
I think I’m getting better with all of this.
*I know me, and I wouldn’t have wanted that.
**don’t ask
