Wednesday, June 3, 2026

Read Between the Lines

Recently, I found myself doing something I hadn't done in a long time.

Stepping back and looking at my career as a whole. 

Not just the jobs I've held or the milestones I've achieved. 

But the lessons, relationships, and experiences that shaped who I've become as a professional.

Like many people navigating unemployment, I've spent countless hours updating my resume, tailoring applications, networking, and trying to tell the story of my career in a way that fits neatly into a few pages.

What I've discovered is that the longer your career becomes, the harder that task gets.

My resume tells you where I've worked. 

It tells you my titles, certifications, responsibilities, projects, and accomplishments.

What it doesn't tell you is what I learned along the way.

It doesn't show the managers, mentors, and leaders who saw potential in me, challenged me to grow, and trusted me with opportunities before I felt fully ready for them.

It doesn't show the lessons that came from stepping into those opportunities, making mistakes, adapting, and learning along the way.

It doesn't show the hundreds of conversations with employees, customers, executives, and colleagues that shaped how I think about leadership, problem-solving, and change.

Over the course of my career, I've worked through growth, mergers, acquisitions, reorganizations, leadership transitions, layoffs, and more uncertainty than I could have imagined when I first entered the workforce.

Those experiences taught me things that are difficult to measure and even harder to explain:

How to recognize patterns in complex situations.

How to balance empathy with accountability.

How to navigate uncertainty without creating panic.

How to listen before reacting.

How to build trust.

And how to bring people together around a common goal when priorities, personalities, and perspectives don't always align.

I've also gained a different perspective on change over the years.

In business, we often talk about reorganizations, workforce reductions, and restructuring as operational decisions. We discuss budgets, utilization, capacity, forecasts, and business priorities.

What can get lost in those conversations is the human impact.

Behind every role is a person.

Behind every organizational decision is a human story.

A family.

A mortgage.

A career path.

A sense of identity tied to the work we do.

Experiencing job loss firsthand has reinforced something I always believed, but understand more deeply now:

Business decisions may be necessary, but they are never purely business decisions to the people affected by them.

They create uncertainty.

They challenge confidence.

They force people to rethink their future.

And sometimes they leave people struggling to explain the value they've spent decades building.

Maybe that's what I've been wrestling with most during this chapter of my career.

Not whether my experience still has value.

But how to communicate the value of everything that experience has taught me.

Because the longer I do this, the more I realize that some of the most valuable things I've gained throughout my career don't fit neatly into a resume.

Judgment.

Perspective.

Resilience.

Adaptability.

Trust.

Those qualities weren't learned in a classroom, earned through a certification, or developed in a single role.

They were built over years of successes, failures, challenges, relationships, and experiences.

A resume can tell the story of what we did.

But some of the most important parts of a career live between the lines.

Friday, May 8, 2026

Still Here. Still Wearing Mica (Shade 620)

I created this blog years ago when “slapping on some lipstick” felt like a reasonable strategy for almost anything.

Not just about appearance, but about momentum. A small act of readiness. A way of saying: “I don’t have it all figured out, but I’m going anyway.”

And while I’ve owned hundreds of lipsticks over the years, there’s one shade that somehow always finds its way back into my purse: L’OrĂ©al Mica. A reliable little constant since high school. 

Not because life is always light enough for lipstick—but because sometimes it isn’t, and you still have to show up anyway.

Now I’m back in a different season.

A quieter house after years of raising children who are now grown and building lives of their own.

A body that feels different than it used to and occasionally demands more attention than I’m used to giving it.

A season of navigating health changes, shifting energy, and learning to pay attention to things I used to push past without much thought.

And a career shift I didn’t expect, re-entering a job market that feels both familiar and completely new at the same time.

None of it is dramatic on its own. But life rarely arrives all at once anyway.

I don’t write here because I have answers. I write because I notice things. Because if I don’t put them somewhere, they tend to stay louder than I want them to be.

And because I still believe in that older instinct—to start where you are, even if you’re not entirely ready for where you’re going.

So yes… consider this my re-entry.

And if you need it too—slap on some lipstick.