I first started working when I was 17.  I loved it immediately – the responsibility, the camaraderie, the independence.

All these years later, there are many days I feel so exhausted that I wish I would win the lottery so I could go far away from any responsibility.

I am fortunate to work in a place where every team member is treated respectfully, where everyone is encouraged—no, mandated—to have an opinion, where you are required to take ownership of the work you do. But I juggle many detailed projects. And sometimes in trying to get it all done, I feel as if I’m not doing anything well.

Today was a day when I remembered that I am very good at my job.

I was reminded that I’m good at anticipating what may happen, I’m skilled at coming up with plan B, I’m experienced enough to know that you can still ask the question even when you think the answer will be no…because every now and then, the answer will be yes.  I am good at what I do.

And maybe, just maybe, the next time I feel exhausted and think I cannot do one more thing, I will remember this and know that it’s worth hanging on.

That is the grace of remembering who you are.