Once in a job interview a senior executive leaned forward, and asked THE question.
“So tell me, Dannielle…what would you say is your leadership style?”
I looked at her. I looked at the group. I couldn’t take how serious they were. I mean for goodness sake, we weren’t negotiating Middle East peace here.
“Basically immature,” I answered and then started laughing.
My husband said later, “I can’t talk to you about this. I can’t believe it.”
He just couldn’t believe it. It’s true. “You threw the interview. Why?”
“I was just being honest,” I said.
My daughter said, “I love it.”
“You didn’t want it,” said my husband.
True, they all blinked when I said that. It was all of them. At least that’s what it felt like. A big collective blink.
“You really are a seven-year-old. I don’t get it,” my husband said.
“Instant gratification. That is you.”
But it was the truth.
I believe in total immaturity if you’re going to lead people.
I believe in Peter Pan.
In appealing to their most basic, childlike desires.
To their sense of awe, of wonder, of curiosity.
I believe that work is fun. It’s supposed to be fun.
If it’s not fun then why are you here? Why are you alive?
It is not a sin to be happy. It’s what we’re made for.
Happiness is a sign that you’re on the right track. And sadness means you’ve embarked on the wrong one.
Never be afraid to cry like a baby, or to laugh like a seven-year-old.
Your feelings should be trusted. Balanced with logic, they’ll never lead you astray.
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All opinions my own and do not represent those of my agency or the federal government. Photo via Wikipedia.
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