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This message made me think of the thank you note I almost didn’t write.Â
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At the end of 2014, I was laid off from my dream job, Travel Editor of Food & Wine. My Thank You Year was 2018, but even though it was nearly four years later, that layoff still stung. So much so that I couldn’t find it in me to write a thank you note to Dana Cowin, Food & Wine’s former Editor in Chief, who hired and fired me. (Technically I was laid off, not fired, but “laid off” doesn’t rhyme with “hired.”)Â
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But then I ran into Dana at a travel conference in early 2020. She listened intently as I told her about the book I was writing, and about my Thank You Year. Her eyes lit up as she started brainstorming ways she could help and people she could introduce me to.Â
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I went home and wrote her a thank you note, a full year after I thanked the rest of my mentors. In the note, I admitted that “I thought about writing to you in my Thank You Year, but I guess I wasn’t quite past your laying me off, despite the years that had passed… But seeing you reminded me of all the ways you’ve been supportive of me over the years.” I went on to name four or five examples.Â
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And she replied, “The honesty of sharing that you weren’t quite over the hurt and the magnanimity of putting it aside many years later moved me to tears… I hated to lose you from our team. You had a unique and valuable perspective. Those staff cuts were the beginning of the end for us.”
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There was another difficult note I wrote to a mentor, whom in the book I called “Mary.” She was one of my bosses at Oprah magazine, the job I got when I was 21 and, as I wrote to her, “entirely green and clueless. I am grateful you didn’t fire me! I saw in you a role model for hard work and accountability, and I tried to step up to that example.”
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How did “Mary” respond? She didn’t. Because I didn’t send it: She is incredibly private, so I wasn’t able to find her address via the normal social media avenues.Â
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Nevertheless, much like Diane, who wrote me that piece of fanmail, I found the simple act of writing the note therapeutic. It helped me process and get over the embarrassment over the less-than-stellar job I did in my first year of employment. It helped me feel compassion for that 21-/22-year-old who was still figuring things out and messing up along the way, but desperately wanting to be good.
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