Sunday, August 11, 2019

On the Privilege of Leadership


I was about thirteen years old when I first started working at a local baseball diamond snack bar. This means that I've had many, many years of working for other people. Some of those people were incredible bosses. Some of them were most definitely not incredible bosses. But the experience of it all created a deep curiosity inside of me around the concept of leadership. The curiosity ran so deep that I pursued an additional degree in School Administration, with a focus on interpersonal leadership.
Throughout my time in the workforce, I've had jobs in the retail industry, in restaurants, in crown corporations, in finance, and of course, as an educator. And regardless of how different any of these paths may have been, the common denominator throughout--be it good or bad--was leadership. Even though, at times, I may have been the “boss”, I always had more seasoned leaders to guide me along the way.
And here's the conclusion I've drawn from witnessing countless group dynamics in action...

Your leaders will make you or break you.
They will make or break your businesses.
They will make or break your teams.
They will make or break your goals.
They will make or break your willingness to give your all.

The reason why is because first and foremost, all of these are made up of PEOPLE.

Not profits. Note shares. Not wins. Not medals. Not nepotism.
PEOPLE.

If people aren't treated with respect and worth, then bad things start to happen.
Experience has shown me two dominant scenarios when it comes to running the show; there are those that consider it their right as the boss and there are those that consider it their privilege as the leader. One focuses on what they can get their teams to do and the other focuses on how they can make their teams feel.
Of course, in any setting, productivity and outcomes matter, but in all of my time working on teams, I can confidently say the following: when leaders care about how their teams feel, those teams will naturally, go above and beyond to show you what they can do.
Leaders set their teams up to succeed knowing that the rising tide lifts all boats, whereas on the contrary, bosses set themselves up to succeed believing that the ocean isn't big enough for all of us.

A couple of weeks ago, a candidate in a course I was teaching shared a video about the privilege of leadership (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5jmSZFyWQk) and I was surprised by how deeply it struck a chord with me. It actually triggered me in a way that completely caught me off guard and I needed some time to sift through my underlying feelings about it.


Eventually, I realized it was this line...
"The person you report to, your direct supervisor, is more important to your health than your family doctor..."

This.

THIS.

Then in the depth of my musings I was sent an article from the Alberta Lacrosse Association titled “Why Kids Quit Sport; Alberta Lacrosse Asked Them: July 2017https://activeforlife.com/alberta-lacrosse-why-kids-leave/.  The article bases its assertion on the statistic that retention, especially in minor lacrosse, is abysmal, yet not many organizations have asked kids why they are not returning. The ALA found that families do not return to lacrosse because of “coaching, sportsmanship, and club culture”. Again….

This.

THIS

Both of these scenarios speak to me about the paramount importance of leadership and relationship building.

It is why I'm so passionate about what it means to be a leader; because 90% of all doctor visits are linked back to stress. Because the majority of that stress is caused in the workplace and by extension bosses. Because I have been on the doorstep of mental health leave due to poor leadership and workplace culture.
It is why I'm so passionate about what it means to be a leader; Because 16% of those that quit lacrosse in 2016 said they were dissatisfied with club culture. Because the growth of the sport I love so much is being threatened.  Because I have watched my own child cry when it comes time to give his all at the local level.   
And because I've witnessed, time and time again, people use their position as a sword to be wielded instead of a tool to serve others.

Understand that waking up every day to hold a piece of another person's life in your hands is a responsibility...not an advantage.

Please understand that volunteering your time to build love and passion for sport, and to teach young athletes to give their all, is a responsibility; not a social hierarchy.

The best leaders I've ever been blessed to work with are also the ones that weren't afraid to say "I'm sorry" and "I was wrong" and "I hope to grow alongside you."

To all of the leaders in my life that truly live from a place of service, thank you from the bottom of my heart. While your guidance and example have shaped me in more ways than I will ever know, your humility and grace will shape the world in more ways than you will ever know.

Saturday, April 6, 2019

On Coming to Life

I used to think it was him. I used to think that my husband saved me. That he healed me. That he carried me through the darkness of my life and brought me out on the other side. I believed that I was only whole because he held all of my broken pieces in the palm of his hand and put them back together again.


I was wrong.

I used to think it was them; my sons, the beautiful lives that had been entrusted to me. I believed that their beating hearts saved me. Their purity, their perfection, their need for me to be better than who I really was- saved me. 

Again. I was wrong.

Because no one else saved me.

I did.

My husband accepted me. He knew who I was and what I had gone through. He knew the struggle that was lying inside of me and the struggle that we would likely have to fight together. He knew all of this. And yet, he never needed me to change. And when the time came, he allowed me to heal on MY terms, when I was ready. He let me fight my demons and make my mistakes. He let me cry and scream and hurt and bleed until there was barely a fragment of me left standing. And it was all okay. Because, to him, I had always been okay. To him, I had always been strong and brave and resilient and whole. To him, I had already fought the biggest fight of all…and that was surviving.

My children brought me to life. They let me live their beautiful innocence and reclaim my own. They needed me through my strength and through my weakness. They let me embrace the hurting pieces of my littlest self and love it into forgiveness.

But I’m still the one who did the work. I was the one who stood, time and time again, hands outstretched in love. 

And I'm the one who has to keep doing the work.

I am the one who goes to the darkest parts of my soul and fights like a warrior. I am the one who stands up to the demons. I am the one who takes on the battle. I am the one who gets beaten down time and time again. And I am the one who has to stand back up. 

But furthermore, I am the one who wakes up every day and continues the fight. Every single day, I have to make the choice to crawl on the altar so I can sacrifice who I was in honour of who I can be.

Every day, I have to choose all over again.

And for everything that everyone else has done...only I can do that.

My loves, if you are in the midst of a battle right now or rising from the ashes, I beg of you to remember this; Those than know your heart are there, every step of the way, walking it out, giving you both the strength and the rest to make it to the other side. 


But when it comes to the work; if you are going to own the tragedy, then you owe it to yourself to own the triumph.  Own your choices. Own your sorrow. Own your own personal victory.