Elite love…

Every time I turn around there seems to be a new way to label humankind. I’m a high I, secondary D according to DISC. My MBTI says I’m a ENFP which means I like to talk, intuit, feel, and perceive stuff. My explanatory style is mildly pessismistic but my hope score is thru the roof. Not sure what that one means. I love my strengthsfinder results. They have labeled me as an activator, command, learner, woo, and relator. When I recently took  strengthsfinder 2.0 seems my wiring disconnected woo, relator and command with strategic, maximizer, and belief. My IQ is 140 which is much better than my college label of 3.0. Simon Baron-Cohen has a great test to label your right/left brainedness. Turns out I’m off the chart empathetic but my systems thinking sucks.

I believe, we love to label our teams, children, parents, neighbors, and ourselves because it’s so much easier than getting to know who they really are and who we really are! We rush to judge and getting all these labels just makes the job easier. The truth is none of us comes with simple labels. We cannot read people like we can ingredients on a package. People aren’t meant to be boxed in. Are you?

Forget your labels. Do you know who you are? Have you spent time alone reflecting, thinking, and writing, or are you too busy running? Until you know who you are it doesn’t make much sense adding all these taglines. Slow down and reflect. Take the BTL challenge and write out your CORE six pack. Talk to your truth tellers and get help illuminating your blindspots. Then, as you take your strengthsfinders label and countless other good ones, you’ll have a strong internal matrix, your CORE, to run ’em through. Make sense?

Here’s my own labeling, for what it’s worth. I’m a Christian sinner, crazy facilitator, builder, liberal republican/lunatic independent, loyal/loving husband and lousy romantic. I’m an impatient/loving father. A thinker/feeler who is silly, laid back and flat out. A cyclist and occasional golfer, healthy eater and sugar addict. A ravenous reader, writer, and tree hugger who loves porsches. I’m inconsistently considerate if I like you, high on empathy and too tough for most; clear, concise, and direct unless you’re my son, daughter, or dog (then, mostly mush). I can find the melody line and miss a million little details. I work in jeans and love music (especially U2, Coldplay, 21 Pilots, Mellencamp, Seabird, Switchfoot, and now Toby Mac – thanks, Glenn). I work with a band of builders/believers and still have my doubts. I’m a learner who is learning to love. I’m a golfer growing old with gymnasts, grapplers, a few good men and women, and a great girl – my Miss. I’m weird and I care, but not that much.

How do you label you? How do you label your loved ones? How do you label your loathed ones? How often do you look beneath the label and understand yourself? How often do you do the same with those you love and loathe? Elite leaders, remember, love their craft and love their team. Elite don’t label – they learn and love. Elite love. How ’bout you?

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