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    • A Road to a House

      A Road to a House

      You may have heard the expression, a long road to a small house. We could interpret this as a long, long journey to get to a destination. I want to look at this differently as it pertains to getting something accomplished. Remember, there are many roads to get to a destination.

      When I worked in a corporate environment, sometimes I got something done in ways that didn’t fit into someone else’s mold. This was not always an accepted practice and caused some nice ruckus occasionally. There are those times, for regulatory purposes, following protocols is a must. I get that! But outside the boundaries of regulations, does it really matter how you get to your endpoint?

      As a leader in an organization, you have a goal to accomplish. Said leader probably has a team to help get to the target. In the larger scope of things, regulations aside, does it matter if I use a purple binder instead of a green one? Maybe I work better with my headphones on, blocking out the surrounding chatter so I can think. Or, perhaps I take my laptop outside on a pretty day to sit under a tree, but I still get to the target. Is my way wrong, or just different?

      emotional road

      As leaders, it is important to remember your team is there to help you accomplish, to get to a house. If they choose a paved road to a house or a grassy tundra to the same house, does it really matter? Maybe the paved road is a little longer than the tundra route. The house is most important, is it not? Choose a road and get to the house, but get to the house, that’s the most important.

      Now, back to that long road to a small house. Shortcuts are not always the best idea, for sure. Sometimes, though, if a shorter road to the house still gets it done without negatively impacting the organization, is there anything wrong with that? All this to plant a seed. As a leader, be open to the gifts your team offer, even if their road is a little different from yours.

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    • Defiance

      Defiance

      The classical definition of Defiance: (1) The act or an example of defying; bold resistance to an opposing force or authority, (2) Intentionally contemptuous behavior or attitude; readiness to contend or resist, (3) Suspicion; mistrust.

      To me, Defiance looks like a kid that refuses to eat her green beans. Or, refusing to empty the dishwasher because you’ve done it the last 4 times, and it’s time for someone else to pick up that ‘chore’. It’s like resisting the urge to jump in the car to obtain an ice cream cone because you saw an advertisement.

      What does Defiance feel like? Where do you feel it in your body? To me, it feels like determined resistance to do something you know you ‘should’ do. Or in opposition, it is grabbing an orange to eat, instead of caving to the scrumptious suggestion to grab some ice cream. It creates a dust storm of negativity. It feels like a wall I’m not willing to move or reshape.

      Feeling Defiance (defiant) functions to create a stand or a perspective that I’m not willing to budge away from. Sure, it could gently be creating a healthy boundary, but when I experience it, it feels more like a child refusing to do something. It often functions as a boundary for me, without consideration for anyone else but myself. Being aware of its presence could provide me with an opportunity to shift stubbornness into a fresh cool drink of flexibility.

      I offer you this invitation to explore defiance today. What does defiance look like to you? How does it feel to you? Once you identify it, see if you can understand its function. Upon that grasp then explore how you can reshape that into something that functions for you.

      Our feelings can be fluid vessels of goodness…

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    • That Co-Worker, You Know the One

      That Co-Worker, You Know the One

      Every time I walk into a project meeting, I can already sense the thick atmosphere of tension wrapping around me like a woolen scarf on a hot day—uncomfortable, stifling. She dominates the room, her presence sprawling like an untamed vine, obstructing any room for others to breathe. Her voice, unyielding and resolute, dictates the tempo of the discussion, the pulse of the project, and sets an unnerving rhythm that we are all forced to dance to.

      Her opinions descend like a torrential downpour, drowning out alternative viewpoints, eroding the fertile soil where creativity and collaboration might otherwise flourish. Working with her feels like navigating through a storm without a compass—disorienting, treacherous. The emails from her are like sudden lightning flashes—urgent, forceful, blinding in their intensity. Her forcefulness doesn’t just impact the quality of the project; it seeps into the very essence of my workday, corroding my enthusiasm, tarnishing my sense of professional self-worth.

      But every so often, a crack appears in her formidable facade. She’ll pause, listen, and surprisingly, validate my input. In those brief moments, it’s as if a warm ray of sunshine manages to pierce through an overcast sky. I feel a flicker of acknowledgment, a fleeting respite that feels disproportionately euphoric in the otherwise arduous climate of our team dynamics.

      That Co-Worker, You Know The One

      Balancing this convoluted relationship with the expectations from upper management feels like walking a tightrope over a pit of snapping crocodiles. One misstep could be disastrous. I’m cornered into an emotional balancing act, struggling to align her overbearing demeanor with the sanitized, by-the-book directives trickling down from our corporate overlords. It’s a constant calculus between maintaining my personal integrity and ensuring the quality of the project. It feels like trying to diffuse a ticking time bomb, each wire I cut representing a compromise either to my values or to the project’s success.

      It’s emotionally exhausting, this perpetual high-stakes game. But it’s also my reality—a jigsaw puzzle of professional ambition, personal integrity, and interpersonal complexity. Every day, I cobble together a semblance of balance, hoping the final picture will make all the struggle worth it.

      Jerome Grey, contributing author

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      Unchained Writer

    • Navigating Corporate Emotions

      Navigating Corporate Emotions

      Navigating the labyrinthine corridors of the corporate world is an emotional odyssey. The gleaming skyscrapers and sterile cubicles provide a complex ecosystem of aspirations, expectations, and covert negotiations. With each morning’s swipe of my ID badge at the gate, I don’t just bring in my skills and ambitions, I bring in a cocktail of emotions—hope, trepidation, enthusiasm, and sometimes, a sense of dread that tightens around my gut.

      My relationship with co-workers is a balancing act between camaraderie and competition. Sharing a joke over coffee, I can feel a transient sense of community, almost like a refuge in the war-like landscape of spreadsheets and deadlines. Yet, the same folks become rivals in meetings, where ideas clash like titans, and the air thickens with palpable tension. Despite the fleeting joy of teamwork, there’s always an undertone of territorialism—every project is a new battlefield, every success a claim to a limited pool of resources and recognition.

      Upper management hovers in the background like Olympian gods, aloof and capricious. Interactions with them are always tinged with a kind of pondering anxiety; their judgments can either elevate me to corporate’s awareness or relegate me to professional obscurity. Their emails arrive like thunderbolts, their pronouncements set the tone for our collective mood—invigorated or deflated and many times blurred between.

      Corporate Emotions

      My boss, the intermediary between the divine and the mortal, wields enormous power over my daily emotional state. A word of appreciation feels like a shot of adrenaline; a critical comment lingers like an ache, gnawing away at my self-esteem. The complex matrix of my boss’s expectations and my own ambition is a riddle I’m perennially trying to solve.

      There’s a constant tug-of-war between my personal integrity and the shifting ethical landscape of corporate requirements. I’ve faced moral dilemmas that force me to question the line between loyalty and ethical conduct. Do I voice my concerns about a project’s viability and risk being labeled a naysayer, or stay quiet to maintain my image as a team player?

      Navigating these emotional complexities is draining but inevitable. In this microcosm of human interaction, I’m not just earning my livelihood, I’m also constantly learning the art of emotional survival.

      Jerome Grey, contributing author

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