This is not an educational, inspirational, or leadership post. This is a confessional note, and I’m not proud it. Sometimes you have days where there’s not much left of your brains, patience or both at the end of a long haul. Yesterday was that day for me. I got home and by the time I took the boys out for a “guys dinner out,” I had nothing left for them.
Our dinner was, for all practical reasons, a non event. I was tired of thinking and talking so I just sat there like a lump on a log and watched the boys eat their dinner. There was no teaching moment, no funny stories, not even an argument from me. I was barely there; as a matter of fact, I was not there at all.
I’d rather write about all the life lessons I get right and the good things that come from figuring stuff out. But I’m writing today from a place of weakness and failure as a reminder, mostly to myself, that I don’t have it all figured out. I’m not the perfectly positioned brand carefully crafted in my social media persona. I’m writing this post so I will not buy into my own PR and start patting myself on the back for a job not even done yet, much less one that’s well done.
It’s sad that those who need us the most, sometimes get our left overs, our silence, our non events. I know I risk losing some who might find my transparency a turn off. But more often than I let on, I am weak and I screw up.
Thank you for being here and holding me accountable. This blog has become such an important part of my life. I’m sharing more than just knowledge through these posts. I’m processing life through them in real time.
I hope you get something out of this.