Originally shared on Medium on February 23, 2018.
(Or, I need a place to put my thoughts down and you’re privy to ‘em.)
For at least 20 years, I know that responsibilities have fallen upon me for the advancement of others. I’m not referring to care-giving in a medical sense, but of motivation, inspiration and optimism. At one point in time, I was even a scholarship recipient based upon these characteristics at an American Midwest university. That was a long time ago, but I rarely tired of talking about that acknowledgement. These days, I try not to talk as much.
I’ve been bombarded with subliminal messages to write and talk things out. It’s been weeks of it, honestly. Initially, I assumed that I had nothing to say. I mean, I talk a lot as it is already. I am on YouTube. I oversee a growing business and its subsidiaries — one of which is a digital magazine. I also talk to no end at all hours of the day on social media. I control the script with little to no input. I can speak about music, the latest meme and social injustice whenever I want to. What more could I possibly have to say? I can grit my teeth, chug cups of tea or coffee and try to keep it all in my head but somebody’s got to hear about what I’ve learned and use it to move forward with their own hopes and dreams.
Speaking from all angles but one has been easy and expected from me. There is only one angle that lacks such a public voice: my role as a leader.
I know about servant leadership and I guess this is a way of servitude. I’ll cross that definitive bridge when I get there, if ever. Nonetheless, speaking from all angles but one has been easy and expected from me. There is only one angle that lacks such a public voice: my role as a leader. I’m annoyed by the word — it’s burdensome and makes me feel pretentious sometimes — yet I’m often acknowledged as one, either despite reluctance or out of spite. The shoe fits so I’ll back off of actively trying not to wear it.
I will be sharing what I can here. Hopefully, my voice is needed.