I am learning a lot...
My new manager and I were waiting in the lobby discussing change, leadership, and resistance.
He held up one hand and asked me to do the same. His hand moved left and right, and I followed. As we moved our hands in the lobby left and right, he started to push forward, into my hand. I resisted. After a brief moment, we went left and right a few more times, and then he let his hand fall back towards his face, and I didn't push into the gap. He wisely spoke as he put down his hand, saying, to be successful, relationships should move together left and right, minimize pushing change (forward) into a person's own space where resistance is a common result, and lead in a way that that is not uncomfortable and awkward and allows others to move forward into the unknown.
I have thought about that moment many times... Maybe tolerating a push into my world is needed, and maybe being more comfortable to move forward into an uncomfortable moment is also what I should accept...
White water rapids...
Father and I went for a weekend trip... I posted about this before... was fun times...
We had a few people in the boat (at the beginning!) and during a tumultuous time one guy popped out of the boat..
We hauled him back into the boat after the rapids- and before the next set of rapids... he had lost his glasses, sucked in some water... to his credit, he shook it off... his friends nicknamed him 'Fish' for the rest of our trip...
When I am feeling under water, like these days, I think of the people in my world and whether they say 'stop Dieter, take pause, be cautious, breathe, rest' or if they cheer me on and encourage and support me... it is time to lean in, compartmentalize, excel at what i do... after this MBA ride I may rest and breathe and take pause...
I am writing at Starbucks while my mother babysits, my wife sleeps, and my boys play in the castles in our basement... special times...
I remember the sacrifice of the many. My 95 year old Oma can rarely speak of the war. On my mothers side, both grandparents are alive and surviving, living on their own at 92 and 90. They don't mention the war either, and when they do ponder, it is of a time that was hard and unforgiving.
Further, our home is on a former military base, our children's daycare is connected to a senior complex, and our sidewalks and parks have memorials well placed.
I don't consider it a day off, like some. Remembrance day is a silent obligation to remember. So the boys and us packed up early and visited with Oma, partook in a Remembrance day event, then headed to Oma and Opa for one more visit. Not because we have to, but because we are lucky to,
As we head into the MBA tunnel one more time, I do it with gratitude in my heart. We live in a wondrous time, and it was not free of cost. I thank those who gave so much for my freedom and safety. I remember.
Dieter Wentzel, CPHR