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Like everyone else, my company has spent the past five weeks figuring out how our entirely in-office team could suddenly, in the course of three days, become an entirely remote team. Needless to say, it’s been a *bit* hectic. The first week and a half mostly consisted of a lot of frantic phone calls, people driving back to the office to get forgotten cables and long conference calls with our technology providers when things didn’t work like we thought they would. (Literally nothing worked like we thought it would.)

However, to the credit of our amazing team, we are now functioning as normally as possible, with everyone except the tiniest skeleton crew in the office. (Three people, spread across 7500 square feet with as much hand sanitizer as we could get, and temperature checks every morning.) We’re all now wizards at Microsoft Teams chats, and Zoom meetings, and forwarding phone calls to cell phones, and everything else that comes along with working remotely. And while we miss the heck out of each other (our office was always loud, and joke-y, and fun), we know that this is what’s best for all of us, and the community, in the long run. We’re incredibly grateful to still be able to work when so many can’t, and we are acutely aware of the critical role we play in getting products to market — we’re all eating at home a lot more, and the shipments of ice cream and cheese and melons and oranges my company moves each week are keeping grocery stores stocked and bellies full. That means something, and gives purpose to our days. …

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I just cried for the third time today.

The first time was in the shower, thinking about another day spent in my home office, staring at my own dumb face in Zoom meetings, fending off dogs and kids and trying trying trying to get something meaningful done.

The second time was when I logged into our ERP system and saw that we had six orders for the week. …

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I believe in the power of beginnings. Sundays, the first of the month, the beginning of a new quarter, a first date, the start of a new fitness regime — they are all important. How you begin a project, or a period of time, or a relationship sets the tone for the rest of it. (That’s not to say you can’t recover from a rough beginning, but it is much easier just to have a good start.)

I’m especially fond of the New Year. I think there is a power to January 1st that can create real change in a person’s life. And yes, I know that calendars a just a construct, and time is a flat circle, etc., but as humans, we are conditioned to treat January 1st as a new start. And THIS January 1st, coming on the heels of such a difficult year (2019 was brutal in my business), was especially important to me. …


Lacy Starling

Serial entrepreneur, educator, storyteller. Laser-focused on helping organizations improve culture, strategy, sales and marketing.

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