Compelling vision sounds utopian. It should be. Vision that stirs hearts and inspires action is grand. The kinds of vision I’m talking about can even sound almost impossible. It’s vivid. This clarity is one of the reasons for frustration not only in the face of defeat but in small wins too. Defeat, and sometimes small wins, are part of the journey. We can expect them on the way to our preferred future.
If you’ve every attempted anything you’ve had moments where you’ve questioned why you’re doing what you’re doing. The way you ask the question matters. You could be asking yourself to remind yourself. And, you could also be “asking” out of frustration. Even on the cusp on giving up. This vlog episode was sort of a random one where I spoke about the moments we ask, “Why Am I Doing This?“
The world is a big and small place, all at the same time. Beyond the geography, it is vast in diversity. The Internet and means of transport obliterated time and geographic divides. We now get to meet more people from places and cultures than generations before us. As a result, we’re all talking but don’t always understand each other. This makes creating understanding in diversity critical.
Who would’ve imagined that “productivity” would be an industry? Goals, outcomes, deadlines, whatever you call them, are an inherent, inescapable way of life and leadership. We set goals for ourselves as individuals, teams, organisations. Despite this, it is important to just dream. I’m not talking about the, “In a perfect world…” brainstorming. I mean simple, plain, dreaming. Dreaming to no particular end.
I’m always on the lookout for cool stuff. There’s a quirky coffee shop I visit from time to time. They understand coffee and probably make the best coffee compared to a lot of other coffee spots in the area. Their decor and vaab (Cape Town for ‘vibe’) are unusual. Well, I suppose, just about everything about them is ‘unusual’. Anyways, they’ve painted part of their coffee shop with chalkboard paint. And, they allow people to write. Today one of their doors had something to remember, always.