Saturday, March 2, 2019

The Untold Story of Leadership

About 4 years ago I started what might be described as a Manifesto or journal of ideas and thoughts that came to me in my journey in leadership.  I stopped writing that about 8 months ago, not because I was done, but because if I am not committed to a project in the moment, I just pause.  I used to write weekly at a minimum and on some weeks, daily.

My last entry was:


It was up to 28 pages at that point.  Single spaced, no pictures.


There is no event or moment that made me stop writing.  Well maybe a series of events...

Maybe I ran out of original ideas?
Maybe I had a life changing event, but I don't think so?
Maybe I felt as if I was regurgitating the same things I saw on SM?
Maybe I got tired?

My schedule did not change, I just dropped off the writing to myself planet.  It has been a lonely, really lonely 8 months.  I need to be my own best self advocate.  For if I am not, then nothing anyone tells me is going to matter.  I am that type of person that on the surface does not like praise, I am self-deprecating.  There are many leaders I have met that also share these traits.  This seems to be more the norm, than not.

At the same time I chose this profession.  This is what I always wanted to do.  There was really no other choice.  I realize as a school leader, you choose to go on an island.  When I was an assistant in a building with 4 admins, I was on a peninsula, but not an island.  There were others that shared the glory, share experiences, and sometimes shared the pain.

I don't have a staff lounge, or a daily meeting as I did as an assistant with others that had similar stories.  My #cddolphins definitely let me in their lounge and we definitely have fun chit chatting about all sorts of life stuff.  I have people I can talk to, but don't know my experiences like a teacher neighbor might, or a cubicle neighbor in a business world might.

I don't have an outlet similar to mine, my writing was my outlet.  Where I could discuss, I'll be it, with myself, about things that were happening.  Nothing specific, all general, but an outlet to get it out.  I used to write about the importance of "getting it out".  Now I just don't write, and I don't know why?  There is something that did take its place, as I have been practicing the art of mixing music together.  My free time is also limited, but like a grandparent, I always try to make the most of that time.  I still have my time for working out, for which I am forever grateful.

I don't know why I wrote this. This has taken me a week or more.  I guess it is a placeholder on where I am.  It is a good spot.  It is a spot of some inner turbulence trying to figure out my own personal direction.  Not a job switch, but more a motivation, I never want to do anything else.  I have no aspirations of anything more.  I love having the impact on the community for which I serve.  I love having the relationships with the staff, students, parents, and colleagues for which I have.  I am doing the work, I am looking forward to continuing to do the work.  I know that my doing the work will help those that I serve to find their own work.  It is an every day accomplishment and goal.  It is a real impact on our most precious resource.  It is not a joke, or a job, or a way to get ready for retirement.  It is exhausting, it is rewarding, it is frustrating, and it is exactly what I thought and wanted it to be.

Maybe I just wrote this to remind myself that I don't need to write this to feel accomplished, excited, or justified in my choices.  Maybe I wrote this to spark a new motivation to write.  Maybe I wrote this to put in my "manifesto".  Probably not that, as this would not really fit in with that theme.

I know I wrote this for me, if you read, maybe you relate, maybe you don't.  To be honest that does not matter to me.


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