The Reserve Tank

We all possess some sort of power… even we B-types.  In a leadership position, it is inherent to have positional power.  You are the boss and you make decisions and can tell people what to do.  But I invite you to consider that type of power as basically worthless if no one is following you. 

I advise anyone who will listen to this humble, yet experienced junior Captain that the primary focus of assuming the leadership role is getting to know the people on your team.  What motivates them?  What is their communication style?  What interests them in life?  What do they come to work and do every day?  Do they like cupcakes or pulled pork?  Taking a genuine interest in your teammates and connecting with them matters more than anything when the relationship begins.  Chances are quite high that they are already proficient at their respective jobs and are getting the work done, so let them do their jobs and focus on getting acquainted.

Speaking of everyone’s contribution at work… find out what the individuals on your team contribute to the overall mission.  You don’t have to learn how to do their job.  You just need to understand (and make sure they know) how what they do plays into the big picture.  Go ahead and set the stage for a healthy work environment!

Be willing and able to say this to your team: “My role here is to make sure you have what you need to do your job, whether that be resources, space, policies, or what have you.  If I am taking care of you, my own career will work itself out.  I can’t demand respect… that is something each individual determines to whom respect is worthy.  But I can demand professionalism.  Any expectations I have of you, I will, in turn, deliver, respectfully, to you.”  Then, immediately thereafter, consistently demonstrate proof of the words you spoke!

This is all indicative of influential power.  You will be followed by people who choose to follow because they believe in what you claim to stand for and trust that you will deliver what you promised.  I took on leadership with a team at work that had 9 different flight commanders in 4 years, through a series of unfortunate events beyond anyone’s control.  When I told my new team the words I stated above, I had 12 faces all looking back at me, conveying the message, “Yeah, we’ll believe it when we see it, and we don’t expect to see it.”. After a few months, they recognized that I meant what I said and was living it out.  Morale is good, and I feel very blessed to work with these amazing individuals.

I do also have positional power.  At the end of the day, I have the authority to make the decisions that affect the entire team.  I am careful to wield that power purposefully.  To be blunt, nothing is more wrong than ordering something to be done because you’re the boss and that’s what you want.  I personally have no respect for anyone who leads that way.  Positional power should be in the reserve
tank.  It is fuel, just the same as the fuel in the primary tank, where influential power should be, but the goal should be to never have to use it!

Leaders, listen to your team, connect with them and understand them.  The investment will pay in spades as you lead your committed followers to success.

More Than a Woman

To be perfectly honest, I have never really felt ultra feminine.  I don’t wear much make-up, never wear dresses, don’t even own heels, and feel like I am suffocating if my nails get too long.  I prefer having long hair, but only because I can put it in a ponytail and forget about it.  I used to have pierced ears, but they closed up from lack of use.  I only wear a watch because it is functional.  The only jewelry I wear is my wedding ring.  Three babies have incubated in this body, and I am completely satisfied with that.

So, when I was faced with the decision to tear down the baby factory due to some faulty interior structure issues, I wasn’t exactly devastated.  I was ready to feel better.  I underwent a hysterectomy the day before Thanksgiving.  I spent Thanksgiving in the hospital.  The nursing staff who worked on Thanksgiving day and took care of me and the other ladies on the OB/GYN floor were truly angelic.  I will be sending them thank you cards to try to express how much their care meant to me.  The doctor filling in doing rounds for my surgeon was quite a bit less angelic having to work on Thanksgiving.  My only question for him is, “who do you think wanted to leave the hospital worse than the other, doctor, or patient?” 

I am now on house arrest in my recovery nest.  It is much better than being stuck in the hospital, for sure.  I did the dishes today… big mistake.  But it was a mistake I had to make in order to actually appreciate the advice I was given to “take it easy”. 

Although I have never been ultra feminine, I am still a woman.  And, no matter how many female parts they ever end up removing, I will always be a woman.  I am not concerned about feeling less.  My concern is much more centered on my return to humanity.  I want to be a runner again, an Airman again, a domestic goddess again, a vehicle for whatever God chooses. 

No matter what I end up with or without in this physical body at the end of its journey through life, my spirit is whole, intact, complete, and redeemed.  I am my spirit and I have a body.  I am more than a woman, I am a child of the One True King.

Never Wanted to See This Person Again

There was a lady I knew a while back.  We weren’t really friends, per se, but we knew each other very well.  We parted ways this past February, and I was really relived.  She was a real drag…a boat anchor around my neck…uninspired, lacking confidence, and kind of miserable.  We had the same name.  In fact, we were the same person. 

I started running on a regular basis at about that time in my life.  Three short months later, that lady was already becoming a distant memory.  In May, I met this new lady, also sharing my name.  She was energized, determined, and was dangerously close to needing a new wardrobe to fit her smaller frame.  We hung out every day, logging in miles on the track from February to July.  Then she left me.

I don’t know what happened.  I didn’t even get a text, a note, a phone call, or even a talk through the mirror.  I got so sad.  Food comforted me.  Fistfuls of chips, a couple mini donuts, frozen custard, pizza, and even the healthy stuff in excessive amounts…was so comforting as I kept telling myself, “It’s only a little here…”, “It’s only a little there…”.  The sinking feeling I had and the guilt I was crushed under was hardly for the comfort.  Then the weight came back…

That lady I knew back before February is back in my life, haunting me day and night.  She is horrible to have around.  Such a drag.

I am still running lots of 5k’s and will run the half marathon early October, but I don’t feel healthy like I used to. 

Something I realized recently, thanks to the Holy Spirit, was that I realized the one thing I have never truly given to the Lord in prayer is my physical health and fitness.  It was like I thought that was the only thing that I had to do myself.  (What a silly deduction!) 

Today, I am giving the Lord my physical well-being.  Why would it not be obvious to me that I could not lose the weight and keep it off without God’s help?  Why would I ever believe I did not need faith to succeed in this area of my life? 

Today, I commit to do this thing as unto the Lord.  He asks that we do EVERYTHING as unto Him.  I suppose if I were Capt Obvious and not Capt Bird, I would have deduced that that meant my physical fitness as well. 

Join me, because I really can’t do this alone, and I will not succeed without being lifted up in prayer.  If you are going through something similar, I would love to join with you for motivation and encouragement.  I am so ready!  Are you?

Here is my plan:
Weigh-in: Fridays at 8pm
Weigh loss goal: -30 pounds
15 Weeks/December 31, 2015 checkpoint
Breakfast and lunch: Herbalife shakes, healthy snacks, 80oz of water per day

Sunday: Rest
Monday: Run 2 miles
Tuesday: AF squadron PT
Wednesday: Strength training
Thursday: Run 4 miles
Friday: Strength training
Saturday: Run 4 miles
10 miles per week (or more)

This is not going to be complicated.  It will simply take commitment and self-motivation.  I’m ready to get going.

I am Vanilla

Things that have no color, texture, depth, or liveliness are sometimes considered to be “vanilla”.  Vanilla is ‘blah’.  It is unexciting, uninteresting, and anything but noteworthy.  It fades into oblivion in the company of oh, anything else at all.  It is a moot flavor in the presence of even slightly more bold flavors.  It could be argued that vanilla is pretty insignificant in this vibrant world.

But consider vanilla in a different light.  It can awaken the palate, serving as a ground note, even when it’s not discernible in the flavor profile. Vanilla brings other flavors together, moderating stronger flavors.  It is the great harmonizer of flavors.  It can work with just about every type of flavor in the spectrum…sweet, salty, savory. 

Vanilla is adaptable.  It doesn’t take the spotlight, but it supports and shines a light on all of the other flavors.  Vanilla is more noticeable when it is missing.  Vanilla is not perfect or “poor, put upon”, though, so don’t view vanilla as a martyr or an angel.  If cooked too hot for too long, vanilla can get bitter and lose its effectiveness as the great harmonizing ingredient.

So, please appreciate vanilla for its reliable, comforting, cohesive properties, and vanilla will consistently deliver its talents to whatever recipe it is added to…be sure of that!

Letting the Stallions Run

I had the privilege of working for a leader whose philosophy was, “Let the stallions run, and let everyone else follow them.”  It was a refreshing shocker to me.  I had never before, nor have I since, worked for someone with that amazingly liberating approach to leadership.  This philosophy made ponies want to be stallions.  More than that, he told those in his charge, “If you’re a stallion, stop by my office and introduce yourself.”  It was an invitation to be bold and identify yourself as an individual with a vision, focus, and direction.  This leader’s favorite word was, “Awesome!”  He was southern folk, so imagine how “Aouw-sum!” things were when he was around. 

This kind of leadership inspired the best efforts anyone could hope to contribute.  It got us all through times when things weren’t so awesome because of the hope generated by an approach with the right attitude to challenges that came our way. 

That experience feels a little like Camelot now…the “good ol’ days” that I may never get to live again.  It’s okay, though, because I did get to experience it once.  I can relive it by being the type of leader who lets the stallions run.