Today I was pondering yet again the intense gratitude I feel towards my own mentor, Lynn.
Without Lynn……well, I’ve never really relished thinking about that.
When I first met Lynn, she was not my mentor but my boss. That was not the easiest job in the world….I’ve always been a free spirit, and have never exhibited a strong fondness for square-shaped spaces called “offices”. I was out of mine a lot.
Some few months after Lynn arrived to take the helm at the marketing company I worked for, she and I had a conversation, and from that point on she became my mentor. We discovered that we shared a love of service, that we were both in recovery, and that we enjoyed talking about life and growth and the deep questions of the universe.
That is not to imply that there was a single area where we particularly stood on equal footing – except in the fact that we both knew what it felt like to struggle, and we both had a strong desire towards self-directed self-improvement.
However, in every other way, Lynn was several steps (yards? miles?) ahead of me, and even as we took on service projects together outside of work hours, and often spent lunches and other spare moments chatting about my questions and her insights, she was firmly in the role of confident mentor as well as boss.