Losing face and loving it

Well it’s Summer 2017. People are spouting off about things all the time. I am too. I come from an inquisitive, energetic family that loves to talk, tell stories, entertain, laugh and learn. I tend to have an idea of what my opinion is before I explore a subject. My husband is much less presumptive. He rarely has an opinion on anything unless it’s cheese or beer. He’s very cautious before deciding how he feels about something, often to the point of needing to be elbowed into a choice, he’s been a great balance to me.
While I was taught to choose my words carefully, wiring being what it is, I still tend to assess situations rather quickly and at least have some sort of “starter” opinion on all the major topics: politics, race, hot-button issues, parenting (I know, I’m sorry, insert eye roll). Some of us simply live a more instinctual life and it’s just natural for us to know where we feel comfortable sooner rather than later.

Alright, my paradigms were flipped upside down in college, just like most. A kind and wise professor of ours, Larry Schmalbach led us stubborn, know-it-all students through a course about leadership. It’s become rather cliche at this point, because leadership became trendy, but we learned that leadership is about leading by example. If a manager wants his employees to give concierge service to the customers, he or she must first give concierge service to his or her employees. People internalize the example before they internalize the principle. This fascinated me to no end. I knew this to be true, but learned it in a deeper way, a more resolute way. Leadership *could* be exercised everywhere, if we chose to work that hard. Want neighbors to be nice to each other? Walk out your door and invite them for coffee. Want your kids to speak gently, speak gently yourself. Want the cashier to be chatty, smile and make conversation. Want that grumpy coworker to quit complaining? Well… that one takes time, but it’s true, be openly and honestly grateful. Want your husband to admit when he’s wrong? Admit when you’re wrong. Obviously not everyone takes their cues as well as others. Sometimes our examples are missed. However, a lifetime of living like this does have an effect.

Why am I bringing this up? Because I want to write but also be myself. I am going to be wrong sometimes. Sometimes I will have a flawed opinion. I promise that when I do, I will admit it. I will ask the necessary questions to understand and I will grow from the input and discourse that arises from readers. That’s my promise. I would rather lose face and learn something than live in a tiny world where everyone agrees with me and strokes my ego. I hope many will join me!!

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