… is that we're responsible.
It's Monday, and I'm sitting at home with a stinking dog beside me (he rolled in fox poo today on the 40-minute walk this morning - d*ck!).
I'm producing content today, masses of it, GDP newsletters, patient newsletters, ITI updates, and all sorts of content on a Monday morning, and I'm not feeling as good as I would like to feel for one reason or another, not sure why, maybe it was the gym session yesterday.
I've also got a meeting later on today with one of the organisations that I work with as a volunteer. I have to chair a committee at the highest level of this organisation, which I was only asked to chair last Thursday, and then I get a text.
I got a text from someone senior telling me that they have a problem, and that they're being bullied, and that they're going to resign. This is a problem, this is something that I have to deal with, but I don't have the space to deal with it.
And so, I cycle around this circle where I go; why am I doing this? Why do I volunteer for this? Why am I locked into this problem? Why can't I get out of it? I'm going to resign from this. Imagine I had the time available, where I don't have to deal with this.
And then I realised the following:
1) I volunteered for this willingly.
2) I'm happy to accept the fact that people know that I do this (self-esteem and recognition).
3) The people that I volunteer to help are counting on me to do this properly.
4) It's my job (even though I volunteer).
And so I shut down all the nonsense in the background, shut my mouth, and tried to rearrange my day.
The problem with responsibility is it's not so that we get a title at the bottom of our emails or we can wear a t-shirt that says I am this; it's that we step up properly when we're asked and do the job that we said, or f*ck off and don't take the responsibility in the first place.
Blog Post Number - 4080
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