Dday was 8/13/2013. It was a Sunday night. We had just gotten home from a family vacation with all 4 kids. I had a business trip starting the next day. I flew to corporate HQ in a daze. Trying to present my 5 year strategy plan coherently was one of the hardest things I've ever done. My head was spinning, I hadn't slept at all. I had no confidence in myself.
Today, one week before the first anniversary of Dday, I'm staying in the same hotel visiting the same office.
And I didn't think about any of this until this morning. I wasn't in knots leading up to the trip, I didn't choose another hotel thinking about the very difficult conversations WH and I had while I was here.
For those early in the journey: It does get better.