In the end, as in the beginning, I had a vision…always evolving and refining. I had some dramatic successes, some failures for sure. It was my career.
Sometimes pioneering, sometimes taking risks. Outspoken…eloquent…I had my muses. After the great Fitzsimmons challenge and success, I was spent. More was to come. Internal self-directed corporate teams. I returned to my natural state of introspection and introversion. I loathe public speaking, being a presenter or a prophet. I avoided most of it at the last stages. It was my career.
I guess I had done enough, even though there was always more to do! And there was always more to do! More territories to expand. Just like the expanding universe. I just didn’t have the same fire. Enervated. A state of mental fatigue. How long does one fight the fight? Some say forever. God bless them that do. I couldn’t anymore. I made my mark. It took everything I had and then some. It was my career.
For 37 years I saw many changes. A few I led. The titular head of transformation. Made many friends along the way, some enemies too. Personal sacrifices for sure. I struggled to come of age. I paid the price. At times I received too much praise. Other times too little. But who am I to seek glory? It was my career.
The sun goes down on me, as it will everyone. Writing a memoir to make sense of it all. Through a blog too. I owe much to my colleagues, friends and believers. In dialectical transformation. In entrepreneurial change. I am forever grateful to my muses and mentors who molded and inspired me. And so many more. It was my career.