Celebrating 10 years: Look, ma—no hands!
For me, 2013 is a year of tens. Ten years of marriage. Ten years of taking care of business.
I achieved both this summer. I didn’t notice the latter until today, however, after spotting my innocuous copyright of 2003–2013.
In many ways, ten is nothing. Just the base measure of the decimal system. A drop in the lifetime bucket. A grain of sand in the eternities.
But to me it’s something—at least in this context. It instills pride, gives me a sense of accomplishment, and motivates me to reach the next multiple of ten.
Consider this my written confetti.
Thank you, Lindsey. Thank you, Clients. More here.
I think you’re on to something I noticed in my life. Even as it was unfolding, I found that 10 years often encapsulated and defined my life’s work: 10 years in college and graduate school; 10 years in the lab conducting my own research; 10 years performing clinical studies; 10 years in management, directing the work of others. Now I’ve been retired for going on 8 years, I’m wondering what the 10 years after that will bring, assuming, of course I’m still here.
Congratulations! I suspect you’ll find the next 10 years as personally satisfying, financially rewarding, and professionally successful as the last 10. You go, girl!