Supply and demand

Supply, supply... it comes from above.

I had returned to work all energised and raring to go. My May was a rollercoaster high as I eased back into the role I was all too familiar with for the past 2 years - the demanding sales team head.

Only that this time, I went back rounder literally and metaphorically. I was still 6 kg far from my pre-pregnancy weight, so I still had to wear back my pregnant clothes and I couldnt dye my hair and my heels were all too small for my feet.

At the same time, my management style became more "rounded" - not so sharp at the edges, I was softer in my approach, I was more family-friendly, I laughed more, I (think) I am more patient. All these without me trying to. Somehow God made me a mother and also turned me into a better manager.

I enjoyed my team and the role much more than I ever did. Savoured the intricacies of managing people. Relished the new challenges of stepping up to more non-sales areas. I also managed a pumping session a day and make it home to breastfeed Baby by 8pm every night. Along the way my family and I squeezed in a property purchase and a major house-moving.

I have now come to the end of the quarter and staring at a number of challenging cases for each of my team members, the equivalent of Frodo's journey to Mount Doom to destroy the ring. Only that I'm not sure who my Sam is while Gollums seem aplenty.

If my day-to-day mood is plotted on a stock chart, today's price would be an all-time low since IPO (when I returned to work). It's just to tiring to fight on cases that are marginal in itself.

The demands of life.

On such a day, I just lift up my hands in surrender and thank God that all the supplies I need...it comes from above.