Our organizations – private sector, academia, non-profits, public sector – are in trouble. Tomorrow, I will attend a conference that’s dedicated to rewriting the design rules of the organization, with the goal of creating:
…organizations that are resilient enough to change as fast as the world is changing, inventive enough to imagine a whole new way to create value, inspiring enough to invite the full passion, imagination, and initiative of the broadest mix of people, and mindful enough to find a way to win without others having to lose.
It’s exciting stuff. I’m interested in finding, following, living, and sustain my passion. It’s a topic that’s confoundingly easy to learn about and often difficult to execute given the state of the world. To find a group of people dedicated to making organizations a welcoming place for passion and imagination? I must be dreaming. But before I tell you about the MixMashup in San Francisco, a back story.
There’s a ton of information floating around about Steve Jobs. Since last night, I’ve been reflecting on his life lessons and what they mean for technology, design, management and personal leadership. What it means to really commit yourself to a vision. I’ve absorbed every kernel I can.
Yet, it’s The Onion that really brings it home:
Last American Who Knew What The Fuck He Was Doing Dies
Damn, the Onion is brilliant. They know – they know our psyche! They know our doubts.
I haven’t yet earned the right to write this irreverently in my own blog. This is only our second time together. It’s supposed to be inspirational. Renewable Enthusiasm. But maybe it’s time, on this second date, that I let you know that I’m the youngest child of family of Irish descent. I’ve got red streaks in my hair. I’m a Taurus. Born in the year of the Ox. I can be all diplomatic, but when it comes down to it…
I’ve got a commitment problem. I have ideas coming out my ears. Including ideas for this blog. But something is holding me back. It’s these wild skittish horses in my head. Powerful creatures, yes. And they frighten easily. They’re asking, “Who are you? Who do you think you are to write a blog about passion? About renewing enthusiasm? Look at all the other blogs out there. Passion. Ideas. Innovation. It’s all out there. What do you have to add?” And then the whole herd starts running straight for the barn.
I’ve learned not to take these characters too seriously. I’m used to them by now, and have been practicing reframing their negativity. Alright, I tell them. I call your bluff. What’s my imperative?