Sooooo, boys and girls! I’m in a meeting. It’s rocking along fairly well. We all know our goals. We’re all dedicated and passionate. We all understand what the organization needs. Everyone’s excited.
Then a johnny-come-lately sits down and interjects. “I’ve got years of experience and I’m here to tell you, you don’t get it! Here’s what you have to do! When I did XYZ, I built Rome in a day!”
Dead silence. The meeting screeched to a hault. The dedicated group of committed volunteers suddenly found themselves staring at Johnny-Come-Lately thinking, “Uh, really? No kidding.”
I spoke up. I tried to be respectful, I really did. And later, finding myself in a brief whispered conversation en route to the door after the meeting fell apart, I bit back a nasty comment.
Oh man oh man, there are challenges out there. People who test my resolve! I came close to complaining, when I came home and responded to my husband’s queries with the comment that the meeting was going fairly well until– until — . Ah, life. Challenging sucker, isn’t it? I complained in my mind, which might be the same as lusting in my heart. I’m working on erradicating even the silent complaint. That might be the biggest challenge of all!