For once, I didn’t hover. I didn’t smother. I didn’t micromanage. I didn’t edit every page of the presentation deck. I didn’t pour over the agenda. I stepped away. I trusted.
Several hours before the event I tried to inject. I was told to step away. That I was being a “buzz kill.” Let it be Dave. Let it be. And so, I let it be.
Our town hall is held 2-3x per year.
The large auditorium filled slowly. Too slowly for me. (It’s always too slow for me.) My anxiety climbing. Yet, it filled.
These meetings start slowly. A sense of unease. Shifting in the seats. It is near the end of the day and minds are turning to the commute home, to family, to dinner.
Front line team members gave business updates. Not senior management. Not middle management. Continue reading “The Musher is at the back…”