I has a situation last week where I didn’t want to make a phone call. It’s one of those times when you are labouring under the misconception that you’re doing everything to move towards a common goal, then in the blink of an email you realise that is simply not the case. I was sitting at the airport stressing over a phone call. I once read something along the lines of “eat the frog first” as a way of approaching big important tasks first, then the hard stuff is done. A google search indicates that is a line from Mark Twain. I’m pretty sure I read it at Kikki K – how’s that for some pop culture translation?!
Anyway, I’m sitting at the airport telling myself to ‘eat the frog. Eat the frog.’
I’m sure this is how people get reputations for being crazy.
I called. It was fine. My enthusiasm that led me to go rogue was being managed, and ultimately will allow for important feedback in the progression of a project. I’m not saying I’ll do it every week, that sense of being able to step up and eat the frog, whilst admitting I was in the wrong was not a situation I enjoyed being in. It was waaaaay worse in my head though. That sense of letting someone down and being on the hook. There was very little that could have been said that I hadn’t already mentally beaten myself up about. Our brains unharnessed can be quite scary and mean places (hence the Troll photo, those guys are mean and ugly – it’s a bleak brain space to be in).
After the week I have had, ending my work week on this phone call was challenging and left me with sense of achievement. I ate the frog, it wasn’t as hard to swallow as I’d imagined it to be. I got through it, good things that lead to progression and positive change will come from it.
Then I promptly got on the plane and fell asleep.
Happy wandering!
Hx