One analogy for cutting up is for the start of the show; another, though, is to reveal what was hidden before.
On my desk at work, there is a white stone (I've written about it here before).
It comes from the old house I used to live in before I moved here. I found it by accident in the garden.
On a recent visit to my mum and dad's house (perhaps one of the last visits to that house), I picked up another white stone.
That's the house I grew up in from around the age of 2 to the age of 22.
The point of the white stone is from a passage in the Bible, which is translated effectively by a man called Charles Handy.
Its purpose is to have written underneath it, the person that you are.
The point is to live your life and then at the end to lift up the stone and to understand who you are, the purpose of your life is to find out who you are.
For many people, this is ethereal nonsense or insanity, but when I first read about the Whitestone, it struck a chord with me. It spoke to me, and I've carried it ever since.
I'm a completely different person to the one who moved into the house at my mum and dad's 52 years ago, (obviously).
I’m an entirely different person who picked up the first white stone at my old house.
An entirely different person from the one who first read the passage.
Our business, my business, is growing at a pace that I could never have imagined.
Opportunities are catapulting in ways that I would never have thought possible before.
In order for that to work, I have to ‘kill the person I was born to be to become the person I want to be’, and so the curtain has come up.
No longer (if I ever even was) can I be all things to all men?
I cannot steer the ship if I'm shovelling coal into the boiler in the engine room.
I can only do that if the ship is a one-man ship; if it is to be a cruise liner, I will need to steer the ship, and someone else's job will be to put the coal in the boiler.
Fascinated to find out what's on the underside of the stone when I get to the end.
Obviously, though, that's a double-edged sword and a place I don't really want to get to.
Blog Post Number - 4522
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