Tuesday 21 November 2017

Stewing in your own Stew

We most often drown in puddles of our own making. Parenting is a classic case. We all want to be the cool parent, the liberal ones, the ones that bring up their kids with freedom and independence. All well-intentioned.

But then the kids grow up to be say 5, they talk back, have a mind of their own and decide when they are going to be doing what. Oh the blasted irritation of it all! If only one could get one's toddler to sit down when it was convenient to us! But the toddler doesn't understand deadlines or lack of sleep do they? And poor cool parent is then forced to bring out the rod. Be not-so-cool and remind said toddler who is boss, leaving the little tyke confused and wondering.

This situation plays itself not just in the world of parenting but in the world of team leadership. All of us want to be coolest boss on the floor if you know what I mean! But let that one day, when there is no one around when we need them roll along and we are left facing the music of our own decisions.

There is something to be said then for finding a balance. For not placing too much premium on being the "coolest" or "friendliest" or even "most approachable" leader. After all, popularity isn't the primary point right? Unless you are in politics of course! In which case, I for one, fully appreciate your dilemmas. It is good to set boundaries from the beginning even if some people don't like them. Be clear about the expectations and the kind of unit you want to run. After all, you are the boss.


Saturday 18 November 2017

The project of Uncertainty

It hangs in the air
Silent yet full

Full of hope, hopeless
Contradiction, paradox, oxymoron

Wonderful, anxious, sadistic, masochistic. 
Envious, precious, regretted, unsaid

Frightening, exhilarating, Fantasy, agony
Hell, heaven. 

A leap into the void
Landing on my feet, shattering my heart

Piecing it together, keeping it safe
Letting it out, exploring the beyond. 

Blacks, whites, greys
Caution, abandon, melting away, freezing hard

The illusion of hard walls, the softness of snow
Salty tears, brilliant smiles, mellow sunshine and harsh cold. 

Going away, coming back
Messy and magical, rules and bent lines.

 

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