Mitul was staring in the dark. She had just finished the day and was lying down in her bed. The lights were switched off.

Apart from an eerie noise from a neighbouring electricity pole, there was nothing she could hear. After all, at 2 am in the morning, most people were asleep.

She tried to shut her eyes, forcing her mind to shut off. But it wouldn’t. Her thoughts weren’t in a mood to stop. After a few minutes, she gave up and opened up her eyes, staring in the dark and recounting the day.

It had all started post lunch at the office town hall two days ago. A small setup, Mitul’s startup was just taking its shape. And she had made it a ritual to address her entire team once a month.

This time too, she had gone prepared. She wanted to appraise the team about some recent wins and setbacks, and take in their feedback. But as the meeting began, a couple of them asked if they could first discuss about some personnel issues.

Mitul had readily agreed. What she heard for the next 45 minutes was various versions of how the team weren’t feeling motivated enough. How there were too many challenges and too few solutions. How things were broken and everyone was feeling overwhelmed fixing them.

Putting on her CEO face, she had listened to everyone patiently, without too much reflecting on her face. Her inner self was in a turmoil, though.

She shelved her plan to share any data with the team, thanked them for the feedback, and promised them to address these questions and concerns in a week.

As she came out, Mitul was shivering. It was as if her entire being was not in her control. She sat herself down at her desk and just continued with the motions for the day. Her mind was already running berserk!

After work that day, she went straight to the park. That’s what she used to do when she wasn’t able to control her mind. She ran ten full rounds to sweat out the angst. It wasn’t enough!

She then went back to her apartment, plonking herself on the couch to work through the problem. Over the next few hours, she alternated between pacing to and fro, standing and drawing at the whiteboard, or sitting down and thinking.

The next couple of days, this pattern continued. Through those two days, Mitul fought with her inner conflicts about what were the right things to fix. It was intense.

But it was she talking to herself. The others were oblivious to what was going on within her.

Now, with two days of sleepless nights, multiple coffees, and numerous rounds of self doubt, here she was, lying in her bed at 2 am. She silently acknowledged that she didn’t have enough answers and needed help.

That acknowledgement helped. She fell asleep and woke up only at 9 in the morning. Her mind was a bit calmer. She felt a bit better. As if, all the worries that she had harboured in the last 72 hours had gone away.

She took a long shower, ate something, and decided to take the day off. She got out of the house, and roamed around the city, soaking in some of her favourite spots.

Then, as she was walking back home in the evening, it occurred to Mitul. She was not alone. Her team was going through a lot, and if she wanted to solve the problems, it was best if she worked with them and jointly found a way out.

It was a revelation. She had always thought of her team as her close circle but somehow, she had not trusted them enough to work together and figure out solutions. It was as much their company as it was hers…

That night, Mitul slept well. She knew, she still had to find the answers. She was aware that the road ahead would be tough. But she also knew that she could depend on her team to work together for the answers. They were on the mission together!