“I like the bumps” said the five year old to his Dad as he cycled over the cobbled street on his way to school. That got me thinking about a typical day. There are always bumps; things that you didn’t expect and didn’t plan for. I have had more than one boss or superior say to me “bring me the answer and not the problem” and found my inner voice suggesting that if I’d had a crystal ball I could had done so…
I used to plan meticulously. I find safety in planning. Security to assure the mis-guided superior. A way of reassuring my team that I knew what I wanted.
In some roles I’ve been able to plan out my day and (at least in my mind) and look back smug that it’s turned out the way I expected. I don’t think many days went that way and they were dull. At one point my job was so staid that I could write the project team minutes of a meeting before it took place; with only a few amendments to reflect the content from the actual meeting rather than the one I imagined. That’s when I woke up from my work-sleepwalking.
I craved and continue to crave interest and the unusual. I realised that, somehow I need to reconcile the tension between wanting control and wanting interest.
In the end the decision was made for me. I was asked to take on an additional project. I became so time constrained that I had to properly prioritise and properly delegate. I could only attend to the very important. It felt like riding a rollercoaster. I felt alive.
My work, since then, has always been engaging somedays are like a roller-coaster and others like walking on a cobbled street. I worry when it’s not. Perhaps I too, like the bumps.