Speak up

Nine engineer-oriented client stakeholders attend every meeting. This is their business we’re talking about. Their product, that they’re building and have lived with, that we’re supposed to , their baby. Every second their skeptical stares pierce the thick stressful atmosphere of the room, their confidence in me, my team, our company evaporates. I don’t like roller-coasters. Never have. They make me feel queasy, and I have trouble making myself breathe on the drops—it’s a fear I’d like to overcome one day because I enjoy theme parks. I’m currently in a drop.

The incline was nice, but once that brief excitement and hopefulness of coming out successfully washes away, the anxiety builds. Why am I on this ride? Why am I not enjoying it? What can I do to enjoy it?

We’re not in a theme park, and there aren’t joyful screams on this drop, but I am learning something. I can speak up. I can attack and not defend. Prepare and not adapt.

That’s just work. Life on the other hand seems to live at the ends of the clarity spectrum: Clear <—> Unclear.

This is not an example of the content I will be posting, but quota met.