This is something that's been on my mind recently, and I'm interested to hear what you knuckleheads think.
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For myself, my job can be distilled into the label of manager, though it has many other facets. I have a wonderful family that includes an amazing wife and that relationship is built on a solid foundation of mutual respect. We are perfectly aligned on any issue that actually matters, and both know that on whatever subject either of us might have a firm stance, it's based on reason and forethought. Any disagreement that couldn't be resolved between us comes down to her being an "emotional girl" about something or me being an immature, testosterone-fueled dumbass about something. I have no reservations about typing this, because I know she would agree. This will tie into my supposition later.
I have an equally-amazing daughter that is everything I could have hoped for, and any challenges she throws our way is a byproduct of greater (good) things.
That said, be it personal or business, I have to exercise respect on a daily basis. The aforementioned family knows that it's not worth questioning a decision that I make because they know it's informed and for a reason. That manifests it itself in extremely infrequent confrontations with my wife, and though I've never had to lay a hand on her, all it takes is the right tone of voice to get my daughter to snap into formation. I give her all the credit in that. I firmly believe that there are children that need more stick than carrot. I'm just lucky that mine doesn't require that.
At work I have 5 people that are ready to run through a brick wall for me. That's not because I'm a I'm a task master or intimidating. It's because I respect their opinion, and more often than not, they provide insight that makes the final product better, and they work as hard as I do. I truly believe that we're better together, and I see it play out on a daily basis. Some of that may boil down to good hiring, and I'm sure some of that is luck. Either way, I'm working too hard and smiling the whole time.
So after that long dissertation, here's the crux of my question: fear.
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How much does fear play into things? Because it's a very real factor. Obviously at 6'3" I don't have to play the I'm-bigger-than-you card at home. Truth be told, I'm the Sasquatch of the office too, but I feel like if I had to play that card, I've already lost the game.
Civilizations are built on the basis of the fear of consequences. How much does (should) fear factor into the concept of respect?
That's the question for now, and I'm sorry to beat y'all down with this lengthy dissertation. I have a story that speaks to this, but this is too much typing already. What do you think?
--Begin lengthy explanation. Feel free to skip to the end.--
For myself, my job can be distilled into the label of manager, though it has many other facets. I have a wonderful family that includes an amazing wife and that relationship is built on a solid foundation of mutual respect. We are perfectly aligned on any issue that actually matters, and both know that on whatever subject either of us might have a firm stance, it's based on reason and forethought. Any disagreement that couldn't be resolved between us comes down to her being an "emotional girl" about something or me being an immature, testosterone-fueled dumbass about something. I have no reservations about typing this, because I know she would agree. This will tie into my supposition later.
I have an equally-amazing daughter that is everything I could have hoped for, and any challenges she throws our way is a byproduct of greater (good) things.
That said, be it personal or business, I have to exercise respect on a daily basis. The aforementioned family knows that it's not worth questioning a decision that I make because they know it's informed and for a reason. That manifests it itself in extremely infrequent confrontations with my wife, and though I've never had to lay a hand on her, all it takes is the right tone of voice to get my daughter to snap into formation. I give her all the credit in that. I firmly believe that there are children that need more stick than carrot. I'm just lucky that mine doesn't require that.
At work I have 5 people that are ready to run through a brick wall for me. That's not because I'm a I'm a task master or intimidating. It's because I respect their opinion, and more often than not, they provide insight that makes the final product better, and they work as hard as I do. I truly believe that we're better together, and I see it play out on a daily basis. Some of that may boil down to good hiring, and I'm sure some of that is luck. Either way, I'm working too hard and smiling the whole time.
So after that long dissertation, here's the crux of my question: fear.
--End lengthy explanation--
How much does fear play into things? Because it's a very real factor. Obviously at 6'3" I don't have to play the I'm-bigger-than-you card at home. Truth be told, I'm the Sasquatch of the office too, but I feel like if I had to play that card, I've already lost the game.
Civilizations are built on the basis of the fear of consequences. How much does (should) fear factor into the concept of respect?
That's the question for now, and I'm sorry to beat y'all down with this lengthy dissertation. I have a story that speaks to this, but this is too much typing already. What do you think?
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