Attached…

Yesterday was rough. I’m fine; a few of my clients, not so much. So, I could not detach and still be their Builder or friend. I am attached to so many fine folks. When they hurt, I hurt with them. When they win, I smile as if the victory were my own. I’m no longer the athlete, only the coach. The spotlight belongs with the athlete, you know. A virtuous coach feels and somehow doesn’t let their feelings cloud their judgement or ability to do their job. It still hurts when one you’re leading is hurting. Rough.

Leaders own their shit. This is only the beginning. The BTL leader knows they’ve got to own more than their own. Simple, never easy.

Jesus was known as the prince of peace, right. And, truth be told, Jesus did not simply hope for peace. He fought for it. He did not come to conquer kingdoms or nations. His aim was higher. He came to conquer hearts. He felt great pain and sorrow as he wept over many a man/woman. He did not detach. He attached. He is a good one to study, friend. As I told one of my young clients yesterday (btw, they’re all young to me), if you’re going to imitate, why not imitate the best. Jesus modeled the way. He never asked his followers to do what He was unwilling to do. Jesus embraced pain and suffering. He steered into it. Jesus embodied truth in Love.

Life is hard.

Do not go it a lone. Together we transform. Always together. Pick wisely the few you attach deeply to. Do not expect perfection from them or you. Look up. Ask for help. Keep the right secrets. When you do something freakin’ magic, keep it to yourself. Let it accrue within. When you mess the hell up. Broadcast it. Own it. Do not hold it in. Do not go dark. Do not hide. Counterintuitive? Yes. Of course, Jesus’ entire message is. I’m hurting tonight as I write this rant for the mañana. I will still sleep well. I know who I am, why I’m here, and how the story ends. God, help my hurting clients.

God, help me attach more whole heartedly to you so your power can flow freely through. God, help me give what makes no sense. God, help the mess that is me. What, friend, do you believe about those you’re privileged to lead? Whose example you following? Slow down. Reflect.

Live hard. Love harder…