So, I’ve been quietly mentoring a young woman who works in my office.
We’re not in the same work group or function or even “job family.” But, there’s something about her that I recognize: a quiet dignity that screams, “I need a change. I can do more. See me. Please.”
She’s educated. Intelligent. Articulate.
She’s also stuck, frustrated and scared.
I’ve encouraged her to research other roles within the company; we have a national presence, there are opportunities, but one must look for them.
I’ve explained the path I’ve taken, of volunteering to improve a process, of stepping in to help other departments, of being part of the solution, not part of the problem.
I’ve supported her as she applied for open posts and offered my help as she readied herself for interviews.
I’ve silently cheered when she stepped up and inwardly cringed when she talked herself out of new opportunities.
I’ve suggested she try a simple exercise called “to a tee.”
I’ve taken it all in as she explained how busy she was with whatever and why she never did do it.
And … I’ve stepped away when I realized she just might just be an Alice.
“Alice came to a fork in the road. ‘Which road do I take?’ she asked.
‘Where do you want to go?’ responded the Cheshire Cat.
‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered.
‘Then,’ said the Cat, ‘it doesn’t matter.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland