Date: December 20th, 2021. Montevideo, Uruguay.
Temperature: Min 18ºC (64ºF) | Max 28ºC (83ºF) - Sunny.
Location: Atorrante Café, 9:30 a.m.
Book: Design as an Attitude - @Alice Rawsthorn
December 20, 2021 - Coffee & book at Atorrante Café.
I moved downtown six months ago and I'm still captivated by its architecture, hidden gems, and lively corners. December is a chaotic month here, especially in the days leading up to Christmas. People rush around with bags full of gifts and their bodies show the strain from the endless "despedidas"—a whirlwind of food, drinks, and festivities that lasts all month. In the midst of this, grabbing coffee at 9:30 a.m. at a nice café with a colleague, just a few blocks from home, seemed like a perfect plan.
I arrived at the café, book in hand, grabbed a table, ordered some coffee, and started reading while I waited. My colleague arrived a few minutes later. We ordered something to eat, caught up on work, and shared stories about these wild December days. It was enjoyable and fun, as it usually is when we get together, but something felt off. I had a sense that this wouldn't be just a casual coffee meeting, and I was right. After some small talk, we got to the main point: she was leaving the team. I was genuinely happy for her because it was a fantastic opportunity—a new country, a new culture, a different industry, and a role she was ready for. We discussed timelines, made off-boarding plans, and hugged. She left, seemingly content with how it all went.
December 20, 2021 - Walk to Escollera Sarandí and back - Approximately 6km (3.7 miles)
I gathered my things, went home, checked my manager's schedule, found a time slot, and shared the news. More plans were made and adjusted as needed. Done. Next meeting. But I couldn't focus, so I postponed it and went for a walk. When I returned, it was nearly lunchtime. I checked if my partner could join me for lunch, and fortunately, she could. Halfway through lunch, I felt my heart racing at 140 BPM, and my Apple Watch was lighting up like a Christmas tree. I started feeling chest pressure. Within minutes, I was in a taxi, struggling to breathe and feeling more pressure. I was convinced I was having a heart attack. I made it to the ER, received excellent medical care, and stayed in the hospital for two more days for monitoring and testing. Despite being an ex-smoker, obese, sedentary, over 45, and stressed—all classic risk factors—my heart was fine. It turned out that panic attacks can mimic heart attack symptoms. These were also addressed during my hospital stay.
Why am I sharing this story? Here are a few takeaways:
In conclusion, those late December days transformed into an unexpected lesson in leadership, attachment, and self-care. They underscored the importance of staying attuned to my well-being while managing the complexities of team dynamics and personal relationships. Moving forward, I’ll carry these insights with me, aiming to balance responsibilities with self-compassion and resilience. Let's embrace challenges, cherish connections, and always find ways to take care of ourselves and each other.