We’re readying ourselves for the start of another Authentic Leadership Programme. A new venue, new faces and some new ideas. An invigorated Programme.
We’ve been looking forward to this for some time and a lot of hard works has gone it to get prepared and today it arrives.
Planning is incredibly important to get us to where we want to be, and if we don’t plan and execute we can be reasonably confident we won’t get where we want to.
However, in leadership development, it’s important to recognise that new insights can often be immediately put into practice and that’s what we’ll be encouraging our seventeen participants to do from today.
As a friend of mine said recently, “you don’t die in the future, it’s now”. Sobering, but a powerful reminder of taking action now, when we can.
Maybe it’s a general malaise, winter, too much work or not enough on reflection time. In a moment of escape from the intensity of work it occurred that I’d lost my mojo. A colleague said it wasn’t anything that a holiday wouldn’t fix. He’s probably right.
It got me thinking about why and how we lose our mojo. Is it one thing? Work perhaps?
Experience tells me it’s never one thing, not often just two things but a combination of too much and too little.
For me too much of the same, too many deadlines and too little reflection and things that add meaning to be personally.
The last bit is it. Meaning. Which is why for me the first blog in two months. A place I went to, to start getting my mojo back.
What will you do?
I think I was one of only two people in the Koru lounge this morning who clapped when Oracle successfully defended the America’s Cup. I was one of a handful who clapped when Team New Zealand crossed 44 seconds later.
Oracle had a stunning success. No doubt about it. Caught cheating, they paid the price for their crime which almost wiped them off the course. Aotearoa was fast, very fast, and importantly faster than Oracle for the first week. But Oracle dug deep and made its boat even faster.
Would this have happened against the other challengers? Probably not, Oracle would probably have won on their slower boat anyway. You might think its a rich man’s sport, their toys on the world stage. Might be. The All Blacks aren’t playing a poor man’s sport, but we don’t accuse them of the same. Without the power of Team New Zealand and Oracle in competition we wouldn’t be seeing the technology, the innovation and the outright excitement of these boats. Think of the Pumas in the Rugby Championship – there to get better from playing us.
My son Thomas graduated this week in a ceremony with 500 or so others. All successful. In different ways. But Thomas was the most successful person there for me! Well done mate!. He drove himself to success by building higher steps to climb (and he’s got more going on now).
I hated and loved this America’s Cup all at once. I hated the stress of the last few days. Hell! Their boat really is faster! Oh no!. But the beauty of the boats gliding, the work of the crews, Barker’s graciousness and maturity, that New Zealand was behind much of all of this, including Oracle’s boat and crew. That’s success. All of which we should celebrate.
I felt the grief of losing. Felt for Barker actually. The shock, the anger, the resentment but then the acceptance and hope. Hope for more of the same, another America’s Cup please, but I’ll be promising myself to enjoy the moment as much as I enjoy the prospect of NZ winning. That’s my little promise to myself.
What a journey. Got to enjoy it on the way. Even if we can’t now, we will when we look back.
Even with a cool breeze running through the house it’s well over 80% humidity according to the dial in the hallway. If you’re a parent of a young child you’d be sweating too, if you haven’t done the business by now and got a suitable collection of presents under the tree. It’s a festival for mid-winter for most of the world but we’re here in the most humid time of the year, with the remnants of Tropical Cyclone Evan apparently in our midst.
One of the Franklin Road houses has a big ribbon around it with words that make you look twice. A colleague at work commented that they “couldn’t wait for Christmas”. When I enquired what that was about, I was told it was the current pressures. “Now is as good as it ever gets” was my reaction. It always is.
Enjoying the present is very much part of Christmas, whether that be the wrapped sort or the real sort. Even for a cynic who looks forward to the end of the actual day so they can start enjoying a holiday, here’s an opportunity to really take stock of the present. Sweating it out with a hot roast here in Auckland can be tough, but don’t worry, those relatives won’t be here for long! Always waiting for the future is a trap. The present is our gift to ourselves.