Category: Leadership

You’re On the Team !!

My life is surreal. Seriously.

For the past several years, I’ve been fortunate to give presentations around the country. I get to live out a dream I’ve had to be a public speaker. Each time I am asked to speak, I’m both geeked and humbled. Humbled because I never want to take any opportunity for granted. Geeked because I get amped up any time I get to meet my HR peers.

This week, I was invited to speak at the HR Conference for Major League Soccer (MLS) !! Our local team, FC Cincinnati, was the host location. It was so cool to have the soccer stadium as the environment where I gave my presentation. The room was filled with HR practitioners from each of the 30 MLS teams as well as folks from their corporate office. I was given 90 minutes to fill to kick off their event.

We had a great time laughing, sharing stories, and bonding as HR peers. I gathered all of my office toys, talked with a few of the attendees, and headed back to my office. After the experience, I opened a small, branded FCC bag to look at what was inside. I was giddy because I knew in advance what was there.

When the HR team asked if I’d consider being a speaker, they asked if there was anything I’d like. I took a chance and made the ask. I wondered if I could get a personalized FCC jersey. I was stunned when they asked what size, what color, and what number I’d like !! I quickly stated I’d love a blue jersey with my fave number 31. It was the number I wore all the years I played basketball 40+ years ago.

When I pulled the jersey from the bag, I was overjoyed !! It was an example of “being” on the team. It also made me contemplate what it means to be on a team of human resources professionals.

When I began my career, I was an HR department of one for my first several years in the field. I never understood or knew that there were other HR pros anywhere close to where I worked. I made a conscious choice to step out and explore the possibility that others did what I did. It was the best personal and professional choice I made. I soon found out that there were countless others practicing HR across the globe.

This reality excited me, and I assumed it would excite others just as much. I was mistaken. You see, I feel that the HR profession is still far too isolated and fragmented when it doesn’t have to be. I think this is because so many of my peers continue to keep their heads down, buried in the work for which they’re responsible. I appreciate people being diligent. You should be. However, there’s no reason to be disconnected from others who also practice HR.

We’re all on the team !!

Jeff Berding, the co-CEO of FC Cincinnati, stated something that rang true with me and those in the room. He stated that there is no better time for HR to lead and thrive because we’re the profession that cares for people. He’s right. It’s always been the case. It’s just a matter of whether we see ourselves in this same light.

You aren’t alone. I feel tied and connected to the 50+ people I met on Friday. I extended an invitation for them to connect with me on purpose. I ended my presentation with this encouragement.

“Don’t leave this conference only having talked with the people you already know and work with. Reach out to the others here. Get to know them. You’re all on the same team. The team of HR !!”

This week, make sure to know I consider you on my team if you are an HR peer, regardless of where you work, where you live, or what industry you support. Teams pull together. Teams lift each other up, and most importantly, teams thrive !! Get your jersey. Put it on. Take the field. People are waiting for us !!

Onward

A week ago, I was able to experience something I’ve been wanting to do for quite some time !! My daughter, Melanie, and I went to a WNBA game. She lives in Indianapolis, so of course, we had to become Indiana Fever fans. We were following the team before they were transformed with the addition of Caitlin Clark.

Basketball is something that has been a shared passion for my daughter and me. I played all through high school, and even considered playing at the collegiate level. I was geeked when my daughter caught the basketball bug at an early age herself. She also played through high school, and I was fortunate to get to coach her for a few years when she was just learning the game. On top of all of this, we became fierce Xavier University basketball fans because we live in greater Cincinnati. We attended several games over the years, and they are some of my favorite memories of doing things together.

The Fever game was a special surprise as a birthday gift from Melanie. We had to wait eight months for the game to happen. During that time, Clark became injured. She has helped transform the WNBA along with other new talents. It’s exciting for people to finally get on board to support and see these amazing women perform. They play a pure form of basketball that is a joy to watch.

Melanie was bummed that Caitlin Clark wouldn’t be playing when we went. Unfortunately, the Fever had lost two other key players to injury. They’ve had to add some new players on short-term contracts to do their best to weather this string of injuries. I told her that I was bummed as well, but the key to me was spending time with her watching another game in person.

The environment, arena, and crowd were electric. There was a buzz the moment we parked the car in the attached parking garage. Every single person had Fever branded gear on. Every. One. I had never seen anything so compelling. You didn’t know the extent of how much people knew the game, the players, or how deeply they were fans. However, they seemed to be fully in by their excitement.

We visited the team store and bought some gear of our own. We were as caught up in the fervor as everyone else. As we made it to our seats, we were set with snacks and an incredible view. We took in every moment and cheered the Fever on through the ups and downs of the action. In the end, the team lost. We were hoping for a better outcome, but we were far from disappointed. The outcome never mattered. The time with Melanie did.

The entire time we spent together, I was reminded that we were surrounded by people moving . . . onward. The Fever had lost several of their players, but they still played with the intent of winning. They could have let their circumstances stop them. They could also have just put in little effort to compete. The fans could have chosen not to attend because the players they expected to see weren’t going to take the court. After the loss, the fans could also have sworn to never support the team again. I’m fairly sure that won’t happen.

How is it for you and others at work? How much of your day is spent stuck in the various circumstances you’re facing? When have you found yourself stagnant and unable to move because of all that life is handing you?

We need to move onward. We need to surround ourselves with others who will support and encourage us. The circumstances of life are always going to be unpredictable and unforeseen. There’s no escaping it. Moving forward through whatever comes our way is sure to be challenging. It may take time and concerted effort, but you can do it. You can.

Onward.

Impact

This past week, I had a truly humbling and surreal experience. I received a phone call (yes, a real phone call) from a dear friend who happens to be a fellow HR practitioner. We’ve known each other for many years through various volunteer leadership roles. After seeing each other with several other volunteers, we clicked. I know her, her husband and her daughter. She knows my wife and my kids as well. Anytime I see her name pop up on my screen, I’m eager to have a chat.

After we did our usual rounds of catching up, she told me she wanted to share an email she received from one of her HR team. She prefaced her statement by letting me know that I’d be brought to tears. That’s not hard for me. I’m a bundle of emotions on a daily basis. She asked me to read the email, and then get back to her.

One quick aside for context. My dear friend has been kind enough to get access for her team to view presentations from the annual conference because they all can’t afford to go. This investment in her team is amazing. She encourages them to pick sessions that stretch them, and she’s kind enough to ask them to watch my presentations. Back to the story of the email . . .

I couldn’t wait to receive the message and dive in. Once I heard the “ping” of my inbox, I quickly opened the email. Within a few paragraphs, the tears began flowing, wetting my cheeks. It was tough to finish the touching story through blurry eyes. Her team member said how much he appreciated the opportunity to watch sessions, and he had a “Steve Browne moment.” He stated how he appreciated my open emotions, being willing to be vulnerable in front of the audience, while exhorting people to be people-first as HR practitioners.

His “moment” was when he was coaching a person out on leave, going through a devastating illness. He listened, shared, and then wept with the employee. He told my friend that this experience validated why he was in HR !! He had not been in the field until a few years ago. His career had been in a different area of the company. He told my friend, “I don’t know if I’ll ever get to meet Steve, but if I do, I’d shake his hand.”

I called my friend, still in tears. I said, “We should set up a virtual call and surprise your team member.” She was thinking the same thing. This past Monday afternoon, at the end of the day, she and her team member were on a Teams call. I joined in. He was floored, and so was I !! I told him how moved I was by his story, and that I was grateful he was a peer in HR. It tickled me that he was caught off guard and was a bit speechless. We had a wonderful conversation, and I made sure that he thanked my friend for modeling a people-first approach to life herself.

I share this story to bring attention to the Jane Goodall quote above. We need to realize we ALL have the opportunity to make an impact on the lives of others. We need to be cognizant of that. You never know how someone who watched a video took steps that affirmed being human in HR works. I’m crushed by this story. I’m also encouraged because we are the ONLY profession that works with every employee in our company. Today, and every day going forward, choose to make a positive impact . . . on purpose.

Lifecycles

I’m sure we all experience ebbs and flows at work and in life in general. We want to hit those peak times and hold onto them fiercely before they slowly wane away. The dry times seem like endless deserts that have no horizon. On top of this, we can run through a range of emotions within moments. Laughter to frustration. Anxiety to assuredness. Loss to joy. Add to all of these shifts and movements a common factor . . . people.

You see, the same constant movements we experience personally are magnified when we add others to our day. You can’t avoid it. Rarely do your peak times match the people you encounter. Everyone is always at different points of a continuum. Within that flow, we are expected to perform and excel individually and as a whole. It’s astonishing that work gets completed and accomplished when you take into account the infinite number of nuances that each person brings to each work situation.

The reason for this descriptive framework is that we effortlessly weave in and out of these waves. Sure, we may crash into a beach or an unseen reef below the surface, but those rarely keep us from moving through whatever we’re hit with. Almost every time . . .

The past two weeks have been challenging at work because we have experienced six deaths that were connected to our company. Two were recent retirees who had decades of service with us. One was a franchise owner who built and sustained a community tradition. And, three were immediate family members of current team members.

I share this for context. One aspect of being an HR professional for my entire career is that I get the privilege of going to funerals, visitations, memorial services, and celebrations of life. It’s never easy. It is always emotional. I was able to attend three of these recently, and one will soon be scheduled. The other two occurred before I knew they happened.

This isn’t common to have so many people passing in this short span of time. It was eye-opening because it caused me to reflect on a few observations.

The first is this. It’s an honor to be a part of someone’s life and to take the time to see them when they experience a loss. To be able to share a few kind words, shed some tears, and give hugs of support is priceless. To let them know you’re there for them genuinely is the most human HR can ever be.

Secondly, we know very little about each other’s lives. Even though we’re together for many hours each week, we have surface-level relationships with most people. This isn’t a right or wrong statement. It’s just a fact. If we asked people, they would tell you that the majority of people are positive connections. We may know where people live, how many people are in their immediate families, and a few of their personal interests. It is human enough for us to be okay.

Thirdly, we don’t know that many people. When I’ve attended the gatherings to remember these wonderful lives, the rooms are filled with countless people whom I’ve never met. We generally feel that we have a significant number of others in our lives. It’s true when you consider family members, neighbors, past classmates throughout the years, and professional contacts. Even with that, you enter a funeral home or a church, and the majority of people attending are unfamiliar to you.

All of these observations brought me to a new conclusion. I have always thought that HR has the opportunity to be involved in an employee’s lifecycle – the time they’re recruited until the time they leave your company. These time periods could be short or extremely long. The new conclusion I have is that the lifecycle doesn’t end when people leave. It also includes being there when people’s personal lifecycle ends.

It’s been a sobering reminder that even though I may not know everyone I work with at some deep level, I can still provide an approachable, warm, caring, and understanding human connection for them on a daily basis. None of us knows when the transition of life will come. Therefore, we can’t waste one moment getting swallowed by the various ups and downs of how we feel about each other.

I think it’s more important to let others know you are always in their corner. Remember that you can be someone who provides consistency and hopefully a regular positive impact in their lives. This week, slow down the waves of highs and lows. Take time to be intentional. Make a lasting difference in the lifecycles of everyone you encounter. In the end, they’ll impact yours as well !!

Shoot the Cannons !!

A few weekends ago, my wife and I were fortunate to attend a wedding. It was for the oldest daughter of one of my best friends. We’ve known Grace since she was a toddler, and it was an honor to be able to see her reach this milestone. My wife Debbie and I are now the older couple that gets invited to weddings. We knew few people versus when we were younger, and we knew the majority of everyone attending. I even remember commenting on the older couples who used to come to the weddings we went to. We swore we’d never become one of those old couples ourselves. It’s amazing how time is such an equalizer in our lives.

The ceremony was wonderful. To see the youth, the genuine love between Grace and Cole, and hear my best friend officiate the ceremony as both father and pastor was perfection. As the new couple was announced, someone set off a confetti cannon, and they were showered with tons of colored paper. The crowd erupted with joy and surprise. It was completely unexpected and also perfectly timed. I leaned over to Debbie and wishfully commented, “I need one of those. Wouldn’t it be epic ??”

We enjoyed some appetizers and a few adult beverages along with conversations at our table. It was great to catch up with our friends, a fellow “older couple” who we’ve known for decades. Later, we came to the point where the wedding party was introduced. Each pair of groomsmen and bridesmaids did their awkward choreographed dance moves. When the newlyweds came into the reception hall, another confetti cannon blasted over them gloriously. I exclaimed once again how cool it was to my wife and the couple sitting next to us. We stayed for food, ceremony, opening dances, and the wedding cake. When the festivities really started to kick in, we sauntered out . . . older couple move.

On Tuesday of the following week, an Amazon package mysteriously arrived on our porch. We didn’t remember ordering anything. When I got home from work, I opened the package with anticipation. Inside it were six confetti cannons !!!!! So geeked !! Our friends sitting next to us bought them and sent them to me and said, “Use them well.”

Looking at my new package of confetti cannons, I wondered. What if we approached seeing the people we work with, and the people in our lives, with the same excitement and surprise as when a confetti cannon erupts? How fun would that be? If we all looked at the opportunity to see others with exuberance and joy, the workplace and the world would be a better place.

If we’re honest, most people don’t look forward to seeing others. There are exceptions, but my experience has been that we spend far too much time talking poorly about others than enveloping them in celebration. This needs to shift. We’re missing a great opportunity to change the day for everyone we meet.

If we did this, the people at work, home, and everywhere we encounter others would be just as surprised as we were at the wedding. To take a few moments and improve someone else’s day just because they showed up would cause a work and HR revolution. We’d turn from a profession that meets with people at some of their lowest points to a role that starts with encouragement and delight.

This week, pretend you’re the confetti cannon and greet every person you meet with exhilaration and animation !! Make them the sole focus of your day, just for a few seconds or minutes. Trust me, you’ll brighten both their day and yours.

A Splash of Color !!

It has been amazing to see how the workplace has evolved over the years. When I started my career, I was expected to wear a suit and tie. The only way I could add some “flair” was to wear either a white or a blue Oxford shirt. Stunning !! I worked for a Fortune 100 company, and formal was the culture from the executive suite to the front line roles in the corporate environment.

In my second role in manufacturing, I was able to stretch the boundaries a bit and wear slacks with a dress shirt. We didn’t wear ties because they could get caught in machinery. The employees on the plant floor wore work pants from a uniform company. We provided the clothing because they soiled every inch of them daily. In two other roles, I was back to ties, dress shirts, and slacks. You could get a bit creative with your tie choice, but not too much. The message of the workplace for the first 20+ years of my career was uniformity and sameness. It was what was seen as the expected norm.

The advent of “casual Friday” was revolutionary !! As companies, we lifted the strict expectations of dress codes to allow (take a deep breath here) – jeans. Only on Friday. Only. Every other day we went back to the corporate wardrobe because, let’s be honest, jeans aren’t professional. Right ???

Most people never pushed back to question the norms of dress. I understand there are some environments where clothing is a safety issue, and I get uniforms too (working in the restaurant industry). This isn’t a call for determining a right or wrong when it comes to attire.

Over the past several years, I decided to push the boundaries. It was overdue and I wanted to see how others would respond. You see, I dig patterns and color. Always have. The years and years when I was expected to wear solid colors and blend in felt restrictive. So, I decided to break out the paisley shirts I have worn while making presentations at HR conferences. I complemented these shirts with jeans every day and Chuck Taylor Converse shoes. The shoes are also a mix of styles and colors.

Once I started wearing the clothes that reflected who I am as a person, I felt like I was finally in my own skin. It may seem to feel like a surface issue, but trust me, it’s not. If people can wear clothing that shows their personality, they’re more likely to perform. There’s one other key to this approach.

No dress code !!

I don’t expect others to don paisley shirts, jeans, or Chuck Taylors. If they wanted to match my choice of style, then fine. However, it’s not necessary. People should be able to express themselves within the norms of their company’s culture. If someone wanted to come in wearing a tie while I have some wild, purple pattern on, then that works.

I’ve worn these shirts so regularly now that if I come to work in a solid shirt, people ask me what’s wrong. I get made fun of and often hear that others would never wear my shirts, and I’m completely cool with that. When others see me in my colorful garments, they know that I’m bringing my entire self to work.

We tell people to bring their entire selves to work if . . .

“Those said selves don’t detract from the norms of professionalism, decorum or allow for any sense of individuality or diversity. Keep people in line because it’s ALWAYS worked.”

Think of how we find ourselves spending our days as HR pros. We end up policing those who are exceptions, and then develop 24 policies for each exception to make sure that everyone stays in their place. At the same time, we want people to thrive and perform. It seems a bit counterintuitive, doesn’t it?

This week, decide to add a splash of color. Do what works for you. If it’s through your clothing, excellent. If it’s putting some personal item that has meaning for you out on your workspace, fantastic. Whether it’s a major shift or a minor one, make the change to personalize the culture. Then, let others know they can do it as well. It doesn’t matter whether you work in the field, a manufacturing plant or an office. Allow people to express who they are.

Trust me, it will free you and them to enjoy their work even more. If an exception comes up, then do something radical – Go talk to the person. Let them know the parameters they can move within, and then trust they’ll do the right thing.

I need to go and get my new paisley shirt ready for work. How about you?

Patch and Repair

Spring is upon us and I’m geeked !! Seriously. I love the rain, the storms, and the inevitable greening of the lawn. Some of my best time is spent out working in my yard. I enjoy trimming, mowing, planting, and rearranging our landscaping. Sure, there are days when there’s too much rain or the sun is scorching, but that is to be expected.

When the lawn wakes from its dormant winter slumber, you see how it fared from the prior season. You’re hopeful that it will grow back into one lush, consistent carpet. However, that rarely happens. There is that initial tinge of frustration and a heavy sigh. But, then the juices start flowing and the joy of yardwork begins for another year.

I went to Costco and bought two bags of patch & seed, and felt I would have enough to cover any parts of the lawn that didn’t look like they were going to fill in. It took me quite a bit of time to carefully prep the areas and then spread the material. I was quite satisfied with my progress until I looked around. It was definitely a good start, but I could see that more seed would be needed. I was able to get the first batch spread before an overnight rain which made the work worth it.

Sunday meant another trip to Costco with a more measured assessment of what I’d need. The first two bags were used in the front yard. I didn’t even get a chance to take a peak at the backyard. This resulted in more of an investment and the purchase of five additional bags. I wasn’t sure if it was an overreach, but I wanted to make sure the job could be accomplished.

Our entire yard has very mature trees. They take in a ton of water any time they can. I can’t fathom how massive the root systems running throughout our yard are. They have to encompass a majority of our 1/2 acre lot. That means patches appear and the front yard took a beating. I ended up spreading five of the seven bags of patching material in the bare spots seemingly everywhere. It was a bit disheartening because I still wanted to get to the backyard, and hoped I’d have enough to cover those patches.

Thankfully, I did. The seven bags sufficed. What you need to keep in mind is that 85% of our lawn is in great shape. The 15% that needed attention was in rough shape, but it didn’t mean that I needed to reconstruct the entire lawn (thankfully). Now, I’m hoping that the predicted storms from tonight water the patches, the seed will take root, and new growth will cover the bare areas. A couple of hours of work could result in that wonderful, lush carpet I seek.

This most recent project is similar to work. We’re in a challenging time in the workplace, and honestly, the world. More than I’d care to admit I have heard co-workers exclaim how they feel everything is f****d !! They openly use the word you think it is. That doesn’t offend me. What is concerning is that the bare patches they’re working on have convinced them the entire lawn is shot.

We get so laser-focused on what’s “wrong” with the work we’re responsible for that we miss seeing any other part of the work landscape. A friend and fellow co-worker of mine had this amazing sign she put on her workstation so that when you enter her office, it’s the first thing you see. It gives you a different “F” to use.

Everything is Figureoutable !! It’s a great phrase and I love that it’s a made-up word because it makes you pause and think. If we take this stance to how we do work and how we choose to interact with each other, then I think we’ll make sustainable progress. This frames your day in a constructive way. It allows you to find out what needs to be patched and repaired.

Yes, those patches may take a heavy lift of time and attention, but they are not the entire system of how a company functions. They may represent the 15% of my lawn that needed some care and love. Everything isn’t f****d. It just isn’t. We can’t allow the allure of challenge and negativity to suck us down into the muck.

This week see how you can see things as figureoutable. Get the materials you need to cover the bare spots, and then see how your good work will pull the workplace together !!

A Good Nap

This time of year is always exciting for me. I love watching the NCAA tournaments – both the men and women. It’s so fun to see schools participate in an elimination tournament with the simple premise – win and stay in. Lose and, well, better luck next year. I find myself taking in as many games as possible. Debbie often shares that she becomes a basketball widow over these three weeks.

On top of all of this excitement, my favorite team, Xavier University, made the field !! They had a tougher road than most because they had to win a play-in game to even get to the official first round. The game Wednesday night started around 10:00 pm, and we went to a local haunt with family friends to watch the action. Xavier won and it meant we got home around midnight. Of course, I had to work the next day. Thursday was very full at work and was a bit mentally taxing. So, I was tired coming home and still had things to do. Friday is always an early day with my Men’s Group meeting at 6:30 am. Another full day of work, and then our daughter and our granddog were coming home to visit !!

Xavier’s 2nd game was on Friday night starting at 10:00 pm again. I fell asleep after dinner for a quick nap with the hope that I’d be able to stay up and enjoy the game. I did and it meant going to bed at 12:30 am. I was on fumes. My Saturday was packed with a 2-mile walk with Wags in the early morning, making homemade apple cinnamon monkey bread for breakfast, a visit to several stores including a Costco run, and then . . . I was done.

I couldn’t keep going. I was becoming frustrated and conversations were tense for no reason. Little things started to tear at the edges of my exhaustion. I wanted to keep going but I just couldn’t. I somberly told Debbie, “I need to lie down.” I went out to our living room to my favorite sofa and collapsed. I didn’t have an alarm set or any expectation of when I’d wake up. Two magnificent hours later, I felt the heavy breathing of Wags blowing gently on my face.

I awoke renewed, refreshed, and in a much better mood overall. I’m amazed how much better I feel after a nap as if I’m surprised by this result. It’s as if I never remember how great it is. I need to keep this in my memory bank.

I don’t think I’m much different than most other people. We fill our days with as much activity as possible. At the same time, we complain we never get enough done. We’re on the go constantly while feeling we don’t accomplish nearly enough. It’s a vicious cycle that only hurts us. Just like forgetting the joy of having a nap, we overlook that running ourselves into the ground isn’t good for us.

How does driving ourselves to the maximum limit make us more effective? Seriously. Why do we convince ourselves that activity is far more valued than balance? Our bodies, thankfully, are designed better than our brains. If we don’t pay attention to the signs our body gives us, it will shut us down anyway.

I don’t think we can continue to yearn for more balance, when we don’t make the efforts to even attempt to attain a modicum of balance. Naps are just one option for us to make sure we are at our peak on a more consistent basis. Let’s listen to our bodies and fight the pace that life tries to use to entrap us.

I need to get back to the next round of games, take Wags on one last walk before he heads back to Indy, and . . . I hear that couch calling out to me !!

Leave Your Mark

My wife is incredible in many ways !! Yes, I’m biased and am good with that. She is very creative but she would deny that. She has a dedicated craft room in our house that has been her place to make things come to life. She has been a rubber stamper for decades. This hobby has resulted in countless handmade cards for birthdays, weddings, the birth of kids, graduations, and Christmas cards.

They are true works of art. I know many people who have kept every Christmas card she has made for years, and some put them out every year as part of their Christmas decorations. Debbie would tell you that she sees the ideas of others and recreates them. So, I’ll give her that. Let’s call her a structured creative. If you got to know her, you’d see that this description fits well. One of the many other amazing facets of her personality is her joy in structure. She has lists of things to do all over the house.

Every day I’m amazed that she chose to be with me because I represent the opposite of almost every aspect of how she approaches life. I tend to live in the moment. Very little surprises me, and I’m more comfortable adapting on the go. I’m creative as well, but I’d describe my methods as having flow, movement and involving a variety of styles. I like almost every iteration of how art is presented. I am comfortable if things are abstract, modern, distinctly drawn, or classical. Each one has its value.

Eight years ago, when my first HR book was completed, Debbie asked if I’d like to have bookmarks to give out to people. I was floored and excited at the same time. I didn’t know what we could come up with but I was in !! She upped my level of enthusiasm when she suggested we make tie-dye bookmarks. I couldn’t even conceive how this could be accomplished. I was tickled when I found out that we’d mix our creative approaches by using her rubber stamps along with alcohol-based inks to make the tie-dye patterns along with my idea of variety. We put the ink on transparency film (like what we used to use on overhead projectors).

We started to stamp the clear film cut into the perfect shape for a bookmark together. Debbie took one color of ink and dabbed the applicator before applying a beautiful, linear pattern on her piece of film. I took my applicator and put three dots of different colors on it and then smeared the ink all over my film. I continued to follow what felt right as she methodically constructed her set. When we looked up to pause, I had ten done and was moving forward when she commented, “How can you come up with patterns so quickly?” I shrugged and said, “I just see what I want to make and then try it.”

She then made a bright, executive decision. The step after the ink stamping was mounting the film on white, thick paper for backing and strength. She suggested that I continue with the stamping and she’d assemble them after that. Now, please note, her stamped bookmarks were stunning and crisp. We kept them along with my mish mash of variety, and I loved giving them out to people.

Since then, we made a new batch for use at the SHRM24 annual conference. We followed the process of a separation of tasks that we were both responsible for. Very quickly we had constructed 100+ bookmarks. I just found out that I’m speaking again at SHRM25, and I’m grateful for the opportunity. We just bought a new set of supplies and the manufacture of a brand new set of bookmarks will soon be started.

Let me back up just a moment . . .

More than a story of how we take different paths toward creativity, Debbie also had another stunning idea for making these handmade beauties. She said, “If people are nice enough to get one of your books, wouldn’t it be nice to leave behind a little bit of you for them to remember?” How freaking cool is that ??!!

You see, she wanted me to leave a mark. That thought was incredibly astute and she may not have even been aware of the weight of what she had suggested. It was so powerful because as people, we leave our mark on others every time we encounter them whether we mean to or not.

If you ignore someone or push them off to the side because you’re too busy for them, that leaves a mark. If you are pleasant to others to their face and change your story for how you feel with another audience, you leave a mark. When a task that isn’t yet completed takes more of your focus and attention than the people around you, you have left another mark.

We don’t see this or even acknowledge it. It’s time we did. Choose instead to be someone who leaves each interaction as one that is positive, encouraging and meaningful. Leave your mark in such a way that your impact makes their day better. It doesn’t have to be a big gesture. It can be something simple. Something . . . like a bookmark.

A Good Read

Before I moved to the “metropolis” of Ada, Ohio when I entered the 7th grade, I lived in two even smaller locales – Gibsonburg and Luckey, Ohio. Not kidding. My extended family all lived in these smaller burgs that were more rural than residential. I fondly remember when I started elementary school the Bookmobile would come around.

For those of you who don’t know of, or remember, what the Bookmobile was, it was a library on wheels. The vehicle would pull up in the parking lot across from the elementary school and you could wander through the racks and check out books !! The Bookmobile was a converted bus that had one aisle with bookshelves on the walls that stretched from floor to ceiling. It was magical. You could get books on almost any subject, and my mom made sure that my brother and I never missed it when it came to town.

My mother was a teacher for her entire career. Reading was something she valued and she made sure that my brother and I developed the same passion of reading the written word. I remember stacks of books sitting on an end table that we would devour. At first, we started with simple children’s books which made sense. Soon, however, we moved on to books that had more size, depth and content. We read throughout the year above and beyond the books we were required to read as homework for school.

Reading opened our imagination and expanded our horizons. We could travel anywhere throughout the universe and never leave our couch. This reading habit continued until we joined the local library. It was then that we discovered the summer reading program where you’d get prizes for reading a number of books. It was an on-going contest between Mark and myself. We didn’t want to be the one who lost.

As I entered junior high, I made sure to continue the habit of consuming books. Now I was reading books like the Lord of the Rings trilogy, biographies about Lincoln, and countless books on Civil War history. I began to stretch and take in authors like Orwell, King, Huxley and Dickens. All of the reading I had done on my own for those early years made the books I was assigned in high school seem easy to read through and understand with little difficulty.

As I entered college, the level of reading required for my courses took up most of my appetite. I took advanced courses that allowed me to read the works of Dostoevsky, Ghandi, early church fathers along with authors of various textbooks. I chose to get a minor in History, and that filled my desire to read a broad spectrum of books with various perspectives.

Graduation from college meant entrance into the workforce. Trying to get my career kickstarted took the majority of my time and attention. I had moved to a new city and needed to establish an apartment, friendships and learn what the city had to offer. Unfortunately, for about two and half years, I stepped away from reading books. Then I was fortunate to meet my future wife, Debbie. Little did I know that one of the many wonderful attributes she had was that she was a book reader as well !!

Truth be told, she likes to have a book underway all the time. Her passion for reading rekindled mine as well. I began to read again before we started our family. Once our daughter and son were born, we were able to start the cycle that my mom had started when I was young. We read to our kids and had books of our own going simultaneously. As they grew, I picked up the Harry Potter series, reread the Lord of the Rings trilogy, and asked for books each year for my birthday and Christmas.

I made sure to also read books about work, HR and culture. At one time, I had four to five books underway all at the same time. At the dawn of social media, I began blogging, reading the blogs of others and making sure a book or two got read.

Now that our kids are adults and have moved out, I have a confession to make. The lifelong habit I have enjoyed began to wane. The only reason was neglect and . . . technology. I’m not complaining, but I’ve found that the time I used to cherish diving into the pages of an author has transferred to staring at a screen. I’m not proud that this has happened. Truly. I have no problem spending far too much time behind a screen either at work, scrolling through my phone, or streaming some show.

My wife who is still a voracious reader called me out on it, and I’m glad she did. Just this past week I went back to the books I had started and finished a few of them. I then started to grab the memoir of Bono from U2 and recommitted to becoming a book reader once again.

You see, reading books gets you out of a rut. They open your mind to fresh ideas and renew your desire to be creative and use your imagination. I’m so glad Debbie pushed me to give tech a rest and give books the time they deserve.

This week I want to challenge you to make time to break out of the mad pace we choose to live in. Crack open the spine of a book of your choice and jump in. Revitalize a passion for reading books. You’ll be glad you did !!