I was asked today to start thinking about writing my personal mission and vision statement.
Now I know exactly how it feels to be on the other side of this kind of assignment. Ugh. While it may be my payback for leading many other reluctant folks down this path over the years, I really felt like the step-sister’s foot in Cinderella’s shoe.
The problem is that I have never been what anyone would call “a good sport”. My husband, now he is a good sport. He makes an honest effort when encountering activities that require personal growth or group participation. I have a hard time engaging, to put it politely.
To put it not so politely I have been known to throw a deep chill on a room with just a few words. In a magical realm they would say I possessed the Voice of Disdain.
The Voice of Disdain can only be tamed by The Task that Needs Doing. If I can turn a squishy “trust exercise” or “team-building game” into a task that I can methodically finish so-we-can-get-on-to-the-next-damn-thing, then I am OK. If I think about it too hard, the chill leaks out of me like dry ice vapors from a Styrofoam cooler.
I will try to be a good sport and complete my assignment without resorting to my mission being to complete the assignment. But I make no promises.
“Try not. Do or Do not. There is no try.” – Yoda