Tag: culture

Because I Want To . . .

This past weekend, I broke away from the normal hectic pace of life I find myself in to attend a retreat. It was a faith-based time away, and I was truly looking forward to it. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I wasn’t apprehensive in the least. We had no advanced agendas or topics. The only known fact we had was the time to arrive at the campground and check in. I was cool with that.

It was just what I needed personally. Time away. Time to reflect. Time to learn.

You see, I’m on the downhill side of my career. It’s something that comes to mind more with each passing week of the year. Please note that I don’t plan to have an abrupt stop to what I do, but I do plan to make a shift in a few years. I’m geeked about the time leading up to that transition, and also anticipating what could possibly be next. Just like the retreat, I have no advance information. For some, that could be overwhelming or daunting. I’ve never been a person who’s had to have everything lined out for me. I’m very comfortable stepping into the unknown and then seeing what will happen.

During this latter stage of my career, I was reminded by the retreat that I still have so much to learn. Not kidding. When you look at all of the possible information that exists, and the experiences I could have, I’ve barely scratched the surface after 62 years of wandering on this planet.

I love learning !! I always have. Finding new subjects and perspectives intrigues me. I try to be well-versed and expand my horizons. I’ll read about people whose thoughts and approaches to life run counter to what I believe. I feel it’s important to have an understanding of where people are coming from instead of making assumptions. I am hopeful that I’ll be someone who chooses to learn for the remainder of my life. I don’t see any reason to stop.

How about you ?? Are you someone who wants to constantly learn, or are you someone who has settled into a pattern where you’re comfortable? You have enough knowledge to get through your day. There’s little to no desire to stretch again. You find yourself worn out. Why in the world would you want to take on more ??

I think it comes down to a mindset. I don’t “have” to learn. I “want” to learn !! It’s a simple distinction that’s very powerful.

Too many people go through life reluctantly. They want little risk, little variability, and little change. Stability is valued far more than uncertainty. There’s no urge to learn more because they’ve hit a level of feeling they can perform with what they’ve already gathered over time.

I think that’s a miss. You see, I am a mix of someone who is very content in who I am and what I know, and who still has a burning desire to learn about what’s next, what’s new, and what’s possible. I find life and people to be truly fascinating !! There is so much that can be explored. There’s still so much to discover. I don’t want my life to be limited if it doesn’t have to be.

This week, I’d encourage you to pause and look around. Do you see some learning opportunities you could step into? Are there people you could meet and have a rich conversation with? Learn because you want to. It makes each day an adventure.

Ask For Help

You may not know this, but one of the outreaches I facilitate is an HR newsletter and forum called the HR Net. It goes out to over 14,000+ people globally each week. I write an intro called – “A Note from Steve . . .” This past week’s note felt like it needed to be posted to my blog and other platforms. It really struck me, and the response was overwhelming. So, I’m posting it here – give it a read.

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You have all been so kind to allow me to send you this newsletter. I am starting this one out a bit differently.

I love sharing stories and experiences, and how I see HR woven in most things like an invisible tapestry. This is another story that’s a bit more personal than usual.

Quick HR disclaimer: Everything is good. You’ll understand when you read on. Just want to reassure you before jumping in.

This past week has been overwhelming in a way that has rarely happened to me. It started with a handful of big surprises that were work-related. Things that stopped the work that was being done so they could be addressed. I was fortunate to be involved, but these were all out of the normal uncertainty you face in HR. Draining, stressful, emotional. All moving forward, but it was like multiple trains hitting at once.

Add in the normal commitments I have – Chairing a non-profit board, teaching a small group at my church, DisruptHR Cincinnati, and co-hosting an over-50s group with my wife for our monthly social get together (all of them wonderful).

Then, on Friday, I learned that my best friend is having significant surgery on Saturday. He checked in to inform me and ask for prayer. A 10-hour procedure. I adore him, and we are like family. On Saturday, my 87-year-old mother, who lives out of town, called to tell me she may have lost sight in her left eye. She called to inform and reassure me. Reassure me !! She was good and had support from friends and family. I felt like I was being pulled in 1,000 different emotional directions. Then, I get a text from our daughter asking if my wife and I can get to her in Indy that day. This wasn’t usual for her to reach out so urgently. We dropped everything and got in the car. When we connected, we listened to her, assessed options, and connected her with the resources she needed. My wife stayed with her, and I returned home with her dog. On Sunday night, I became ill, and it’s just shaking off now as I type.

I’m not sharing this as some truth or dare example of – Can you believe I’m facing all of this ?? No, life is full of ebbs and flows, joys and trials. I just hadn’t had everything hit like this in such a short period of time, so I did something I rarely do – I asked for help.

You see, I’ve tried to live my life as one who gives help whenever asked and with little hesitation. I’ve always known that I was wired to be available for others. I’m just not as open to asking for help myself. I’m embarrassed by that. It’s a mix of self-assurance, confidence, and the thought that I can weather any storm. That’s arrogant. That’s just me. However, I also think as HR pros we are constantly in roles where we lend help to others – but won’t ask for it ourselves. It’s not healthy or sustainable.

I know that my story and series of circumstances that have hit are not unique or greater than or lesser than what every person faces in some form or fashion daily. What I have learned, though, is that reaching out, being vulnerable, and candid only did this . . . Friends, co-workers, and family instantly stepped in to offer whatever was needed without question. Some help came in the form of hugs, tears, check-ins, notes of encouragement, and prayer. It was as overwhelming as the past week.

I always share about how we are better together (which is true !!) – with one addition. You have to be willing to ask for help when it’s needed because THAT brings us together. Don’t go through life alone. You don’t have to. Reach out. Make the ask.

What, Me Worry ??

This Valentine’s Day weekend, my wife joined me on a quest that was bent far more toward my interests than hers. There’s currently a special art exhibition showing at the Cincinnati Art Museum that completely captured my childhood and teenage years. It’s a full history of the art of the incomparable MAD Magazine !!

As a child of the 1970s and 1980s, I don’t know that I missed an issue of this phenomenal publication. It was filled with intricate illustrations, endless satire, and opened my eyes to world issues without me even knowing it. I loved diving into the parodies of popular movies and television shows. I also learned more about the national and global political landscape than I ever did watching the evening news with my parents. You may not remember a time before cell phones and social media, but I lived through it (and survived !!) We found our entertainment through publications like MAD Magazine.

I have to thank Debbie, who willingly went through panel after panel of examples of cartoons with me. The smile on my face couldn’t be erased, and I laughed out loud at several of the displays, reading them as I did as a teenager. There were multiple examples of the genius of artists Al Jaffee, Don Martin, Mort Drucker, Sergio Argonés, and Norman Mingo. Those names may mean little to many people, but they brought the magazine to life !! I fondly remember trying to replicate the drawings of Don Martin, specifically. I loved his style and still doodle long-faced characters as he created.

The iconic staple of almost every issue of MAD Magazine was the ever-present gap-toothed mascot, Alfred E. Neuman. His tag line was, “What, Me Worry?” It encapsulated the whole vibe of this somewhat irreverent monthly. Regardless of what was happening in this ever-turbulent world of ours, Alfred never seemed to be concerned. His countenance didn’t change, and his simple, non-descript feeling of contentment always grabbed my attention. He was consistent and unflappable, even when everything else seemed to be off kilter.

I know far too many people who live a life that is defined by worry and fret. It doesn’t matter what the situation is. It could be personal, work-related, or something happening around the world. They are bound in a state of fear, wondering what could potentially happen. Each day, they are sure the worst possible outcome will occur. You can’t convince them differently.

This runs contrary to how I exist. I’ve never been one to worry. Seriously. It’s been frustrating to others in my life, including my wife, my kids, my friends, and my co-workers. Please don’t mistake the absence of worry for a lack of concern. Far from it. There are countless situations that concern me because I want the people in my life to thrive. I don’t like to see people who are consumed with fear, apprehension, and doubt. One of the biggest facets of my career in HR has been to be a calming force. We don’t talk about this nearly enough.

So much of the focus of HR continues to be on the do’s and don’ts of the workplace. Rules, policies, and procedures, unfortunately, define us more than care, concern, empathy, and approach. We fall into the confinement trap of practicing HR because of . . . worry. What would our jobs, our companies, and our cultures look like if we eliminated worry as the primary spark of our existence ?? I think we’d find that it would be far more productive, engaging, and relevant. Not kidding.

It would also change your perspective as an HR practitioner. Instead of bemoaning all that is difficult and challenging in working with people, you’d see the value of each person who is doing their best to get through life – just like you. I’m choosing to believe the best in others and be like Alfred E. Neuman. Stable. Unflappable. And, free of worry.

Life At 3 MPH

Are you someone who always seems to be in a hurry ?? Whether it’s work, home life, community activities, or just the myriad of thoughts that never seem to slow down in our minds. If we were honest, I think most of us are hurried. We don’t know anything different. In fact, I think it’s become so much the norm that we can’t think of going through a day without being rushed.

Now, it’s ironic that even though we’re in this constant state of hurriedness, we don’t like it. It’s exhausting. We look for ways to somehow slow the pace of life. We don’t succeed very often because if we try to slow down, the others around us don’t. Then we become anxious because we feel we’re behind. It’s an awful spiral to find yourself in !!

Being hurried is a choice. We may not think it is, but it is. The idea of living life at a constant blistering pace isn’t healthy. And, if you think that remaining constantly on the go makes you vastly more successful than others, you’re mistaken. We mistake activity for production. It’s just an activity. I’ve been thinking about this lately, because the pace of life seems to be far more out of control. Not only for me personally, but also for the people around me. People I work with and care for.

What I’ve found is that a hurried pace of life may get me somewhere quicker, but at what cost? I can’t tell you how many heavy sighs I exhale every day just to make sure I’m staying up with all that’s in front of me. Some of those sighs are to catch my breath. Others are signals of exhaustion and exasperation. Like most people I know, I’m a high-capacity person. I feel more complete when my life and days are full. Staying full is important. The challenge isn’t capacity. It’s maintaining a breakneck pace day in and day out.

I’ve decided that this has to change. I’m adopting the 3 MPH approach to life.

Did you know the average human walks at a pace of three miles per hour ?? How cool is that? When you approach your day, stay at the average pace of walking. When you do, you’ll naturally slow down. You can’t help yourself. When you start incorporating this intentionally slower lifestyle, you see the things around you that you used to rush by without noticing them at all. You’ll see people whom you could meet. There are scenes of nature that will all of a sudden come to life. It’s amazing !!

These things have most likely been present all the time; you just didn’t see them. Instead of holding onto a sinking feeling that you’re missing out on things unless you run at life with abandon, understand you’re actually missing more. Being still takes discipline. Slowing down will initially feel unnerving, but stay strong and stick with it. This week, slow down. Don’t keep seeking the pace you can’t keep. Try to live life at 3 MPH and see what happens !!

Calm in Chaos

When I was younger, I loved playing softball. I started when I was in college, playing on co-ed teams. Post graduation, I joined my cousin’s team for his law firm, a co-ed team we had with Young Friends of the Zoo (a volunteer group), and a men’s team through my church. I loved the pace, the camaraderie, and the chance to be a little “athletic.” Please note that I was never the best person on the team. Far from it. I could hold my own in the field and was a bit of a secret because I was one of the few left-handed players in each league.

I loved being on teams and competing. In some teams I was on, the focus was far more social than trying to take the league title. It was a nice balance to the men’s teams I was on that tended to be far more competitive. Quick reminder – these were softball teams. That didn’t seem to matter to some because their competitive juices would jump to the surface the moment the lineups were set. I enjoy winning. I don’t know who doesn’t. However, to win at all costs and with any level of behavior, not so much.

One other odd facet of playing on all of these various teams was that I usually became the team coach or manager. I was never the person who started the teams, but sometime during our season, I landed in the coaching chair. I loved it. This gave me more excitement than playing the games because I had the opportunity to check in on each member of our team to see how they were doing as humans. I’d go out of my way to ask about them, their families, their jobs, and keep track of how things were going. Making sure we were a unit was far more important to me than focusing on the few superstars we had on our roster.

One of the teams I was fortunate to lead for 20 years was always at the top of the standings. We were usually playing for the championship every year. We weren’t the most talented team ever. We were consistent and played together. I made sure we took time to encourage each other, whether we were batting or out in the field. I made sure we emphasized sportsmanship regardless of how the games progressed or the final outcome.

In most leagues, you find that you’re going to have one or two rivals. It just happens. Ironically, in our church league, we had such a rival. Our ragtag group of guys would take the field with the other team, who evidently had more financial backing than we did. Crisp uniforms, great equipment, etc. They were uber-competitive !! Trash talking, coarse language, and making fun of when our players performed at a standard less than they thought should be as elite softball players.

One time, as we were playing each other for the league championship, the tension was building each inning. My players were getting very frustrated with the tone and approach of our rivals. You could feel it was about to boil over and explode when I called a time-out. Instead of pulling our team together to rally them to stay calm and continue playing, I walked out to the center of the field. This was not how these were supposed to go.

I stood there and addressed our rivals and our team. I explained that there was no reason for this level of anger, frustration, and poor behavior. We were playing for our churches. It didn’t reflect who we should be, and I stated that if it continued, I was going to have us forfeit. We weren’t going to be a part of this. By the way, we were winning at this point.

A silence came over the entire field. The umpire came out to me and said, “I got this.” He called the captains of both teams together, and we had a reset. The game continued and was far more enjoyable. In the end . . . we lost. However, we kept calm in the midst of a very tense situation. As we shook hands after the game, the guys from the other team apologized, and we made peace.

Now, I understand that tensions rising during a church softball game isn’t “chaos.” Most people who consider things chaotic aren’t truly, but they are for them. We all encounter times in our lives where chaos erupts. The question is, who will lead people through what they are facing? There are far too many people who look to the loudest, most charismatic voice in the room. They may be loud, but that doesn’t automatically translate into leadership.

There’s also a difference in asking people to just calm down. That’s not helping either. We need to be leaders who remain calm ourselves. Take time to listen, assess, and then step in. By being the one who keeps calm during times of chaos, you’ll find people identify you as a leader. One that they can follow confidently.

Today, chaos seems to be happening everywhere. It gets more attention than those who choose to be calm. Stay strong. Be calm. Step in. Lead.

A Snow Day Reminder

My wife and I were hunkered down this weekend, anticipating the predicted winter storm. We were told that we’d get over a foot of snow. Now, living in Greater Cincinnati for the majority of my life, I have become skeptical of weather reports like this. In fact, several of the meteorologists slyly joked that we’d all be in our homes, wondering if the massive amount of snow would truly arrive.

Well, it did !! It started very slowly and then built up overnight while we were asleep. Sunday morning revealed a deep blanket of snow everywhere. That wasn’t even the end of the weather adventure. It continues to snow and accumulate as we saw more and more objects disappear under the encompassing white covering. Thankfully, we were safe, warm, and kept our power throughout the storm.

This weather was the talk of everyone around here on social media. Church services were canceled, stores and restaurants closed early, and we were sure all of the surrounding schools would be closed on Monday. This story isn’t unique. This particular storm reached across the majority of the U.S. with frigid temperatures, ice in many forms, and challenging circumstances.

The snowstorm forced me to slow down and reflect. Something I don’t do nearly enough. I was struck by the fact that while I was stuck in my house for a period of time, there were many who continued to work. People who, a mere six years ago, were considered “essential.” The road crews, public workers, hotel staff, hospital employees, and police and fire crews. That doesn’t even cover all of the folks who remain the backbone and foundation of the work being done all the time.

Once the pandemic receded into some form of normality, we quickly slipped back into a mindset of a work environment that is predominantly focused on professional-level office jobs. This is backwards and upside down. With 80% of the workforce occupying non-office roles, the focus is misplaced.

Honestly, wouldn’t it be better if every role, job, industry, and occupation were always considered essential ?? Why do we continue to only value people in certain roles when an emergency occurs? We’ve become so narrowly focused as a society. The only things that get our focus are those that affect us personally. We don’t take the time to raise our heads from the daily grind we find ourselves in to acknowledge or recognize the contributions of the many people around us. We still have the expectation of “getting things done” far more than valuing the talent and effort everyone brings daily in their given occupation.

No more. I want to be a person who happens to work in HR who is grateful and benefits from the work of those who don’t hold office positions. We all should have this mindset !! Let’s do what we can to turn the tide so we don’t have to have the next catastrophe hit in order to see the people who make up our foundation. Value everyone. Make sure they are all essential !!

Be a People Collector

The weather on Saturday was atrocious. The kind of weather where you don’t want to leave your house. You’d rather snuggle under a blanket and watch a movie or two. My wife and I had to put the pull of warmth and comfort aside to attend an event involving my extended family. It would take more effort because it involved a drive of over two hours. When I opened the garage door to get to my car, the wind caught my attention immediately. There were sheets of rain, making it even more blustery and miserable.

We were undaunted. We warmed up the car, I hung a sports coat up in the back seat, and we started our trip. After putting the address in the car’s GPS, we took to the road. I stopped to get a piping hot cup of Dunkin’ coffee to ensure I’d stay awake throughout the entire trip. The visibility was bleak. It was hard to see the road through the rain, and the road mist kicked up by the endless stream of semi trucks that flew past us on the highway.

We were travelling to a very small town in the center of the State – Thurston, Ohio. Neither of us had even been to this burg, but we were eager to get there. The road seemed to stretch endlessly with little to visually break up the miles. You felt like you were on a treadmill that kept spinning but never advanced. We made one pit stop to stretch our legs before venturing on. The entire trip to Thurston was uneventful, and we were grateful for that. We found that this little crossroads of a town was twenty-five minutes from any major highway.

We had to meander several miles of country roads until we came to the Thurston United Methodist Church. It was a very tiny church with an even smaller parking lot. There were cars taking up every possible space because everyone had come to celebrate the life of a family member who had passed. He was the father of my cousin. He’s technically a cousin-in-law. His wife and I are first cousins. My immediate family and the Thompsons are incredibly close. Not only are we related, but our kids grew up together. I babysat their four kids before Debbie and I had our own two kids. We wouldn’t miss this day.

The church was packed !! There wasn’t one open seat, and some people were standing in the back of the country church sanctuary. The service was traditional and filled with hymns I had sung throughout my youth. Ken “Fuzz” Thompson had lived a full life of 87 years on this planet. His daughter, Robin, and son (my cousin), Ken, shared words of remembrance. It was perfect.

A common thread that marked Ken’s life was that he was someone who instantly connected with other people. He would go out of his way to get to know you. He had an inviting demeanor, a quick wit, and was an attentive listener. You never felt like he was focused on himself. He was focused on you. During the service, he was described as a “people collector.” It was as if he were a magnet that attracted others while being humble and unassuming.

The packed church was evidence of this life well lived. When I paused to look around the room, I noticed Ken had passed on the art of collecting others to his son, who in turn had married a people collector. In fact, that describes the majority of people in my extended family. I have assumed this was a regular practice of people, but I know that it isn’t.

You see, the art of connecting with others isn’t to be self-serving or self-promoting. It’s an opportunity to make sure that people are seen, valued, heard, and encouraged. You invest your time and attention in them so they shine themselves. In fact, while Ken was nearing the end of his journey, he shared that the kids didn’t have to have a ceremony – he was fine. Then, he paused, thought about it, and said, “But you guys probably need one. You can do it if you’d like.”

The turnout of how his life impacted others in subtle, meaningful ways was evident. My hope is that you have a people collector in your life if you’re not one yourself. Life is more full, meaningful, and worthwhile when you do.

Looking Ahead !!

This weekend, my wife and I did one of our favorite activities by going to see a movie in a theater. We’re both big fans of movies, and there still isn’t an experience as grand as seeing a movie on the big screen. There just isn’t.

I had to do a bit of convincing to get her to see the feature I wanted to see, but she agreed to give it a go. We chose to see Song Sung Blue starring Hugh Jackman and Kate Hudson. I was fully engrossed the moment Jackman started the film. The script was wonderful, and every member of the cast was perfect. There were several actors who had been very popular in the past who came back to the screen and crushed it. On top of the story, you laid in the incredible musical catalog of the legendary Neil Diamond.

For me, the movie was very emotional. I think I cried 6 or 7 times throughout the film. The story has giant highs and extreme lows. It’s very human and based on a couple who were featured in an award-winning documentary. They saw themselves as entertainers who wanted to help people forget their troubles for the few moments they saw their shows. Jackman played Mike Sardina, who fancied himself a Neil Diamond interpreter nicknamed Lightning, and Hudson played his talented wife, nicknamed Thunder.

To say this couple experienced “life” would be an understatement !! Much of their lives was fraught with tough choices, poverty, and a lack of what many would consider success. It didn’t squelch their passion or desire to constantly move forward. Their dream to perform never dimmed. Never. They didn’t know what lay ahead for them or their family members, but they kept looking ahead.

It was a magnificent movie, which I highly recommend not only because you’ll enjoy it, but also because it conveys a great message for where we are today as a society. We all wish we had a crystal ball that clearly revealed what would come next for us in our daily lives. We don’t, and it’s a good thing. Life is unpredictable and always will be.

The question is, “How will you react when the unexpected comes?”

We’re on the edge of beginning a New Year. Most of what you read, see, and hear is dripping with disdain, negativity, and divisiveness. “What’s wrong” is the lens that leads most people’s days, regardless of what they’re facing. That is discouraging and could lead to you getting mired down to the point of not moving at all. Even if you choose to be immobile, life continues to move around you.

I think we’d be better off as individuals and as a society if we learned from Lightning and Thunder by pushing forward by first coming together. They realized how much better they were as a duo to tackle what was in front of them than trying to gut things out on their own.

I’m excited about 2026, and I have no idea what will happen. I refuse to succumb to the antagonism and darkness that try to claw for my attention and emotions. I will do all I can to see the best in others, even if they fail me (because I’m sure to fail others myself). I will encourage others to thrive and be there to listen to how life is treating them. I will pursue my passions and make sure to reach out to connect with others any time I can. When something unexpected comes, I’ll pause, assess, and then move forward. That’s how I choose to look ahead !!

To give you just a tiny flavor of the film, here’s a deep cut Neil Diamond hit they played. Just phenomenal !!

Be Pliable !!

If you haven’t already figured this out, I’m a big kid in an older adult’s body. By the way, I’m very cool with that. I know I have peers who are far more concerned with their title and level in their company than I am. It’s never been a focus for me. And, may I add, I feel that a person’s actions and behavior are far more indicative of who a person is than any title resting on a business card.

I love to have fun every day. It doesn’t really matter if I’m at work, out in the community, at an HR conference/event, or at home. There’s always time to see the possibilities of what will bring people a smile or make them giggle.

I recently added a favorite toy to my menagerie at work – Play-Doh. I mean, how can you really overlook this wonderful substance? I remember playing with Play-Doh for hours upon hours when I was younger. My brother and I would make all types of abstract shapes and “sculptures” while mixing as many colors together as we could. It seemed like you could never come up with every possibility of creation with Play-Doh. It has a true infinite quality.

The reason for having a container of this magnificent matter on my desk is so that I have a reminder about the positive aspects of being pliable and moldable. I find that many people are very rigid. They live in an “either/or” world. There’s no gray seen or considered. There is one side or another. Period.

That’s a miss in my opinion. People are like Play-Doh. They can bend, squish, stretch, expand, or contract. They’re unpredictable, colorful, and not limited to a tight set of do’s and don’ts. No matter how much HR or organizations try to keep people fenced in, they will move in, around, above, or below the barriers we arbitrarily construct.

I think we should take a different approach. We should acknowledge that there’s more potential in being pliable and moldable as individuals and as a work culture. People need the ability to move and become new creations on a regular basis. It’s in our nature as humans. Always move. Always grow. Always take on new shapes.

Wouldn’t it be better to have leadership, culture, and a workplace that chose to be moldable instead of concrete? When you adopt this, you will rarely hear that tired old phrase, “Because we’ve always done it this way.” A pliable environment allows for far more solutions, perspectives, and opportunities than the traditional atmosphere people want to cling to. With all of the potential changes on the horizon for how work will be done, you can’t afford to be sedentary.

This week, buy a jar of Play-Doh. Put it on your desk. It will be a constant reminder for you to remain flexible personally, and it will reframe the possibilities of how you can bring out the best in others !!

Fun note . . .

I had shared this article originally in the weekly email newsletter I send out as part of my HR Net forum. At the end of this week, a friend dropped off an unexpected gift that he felt would accompany my new toy. Check this out !! A Play-Doh Pizza Kitchen (since I work for an amazing pizza company) So, freaking cool !!

Deflated

With Thanksgiving completed, it was time once again to decorate our house for Christmas and the holidays. I don’t know about you, but when Thanksgiving is the last Thursday of the last week of November, it feels like December is seven days long instead of being a full month. There seems to be undue pressure to get everything done all of a sudden.

On top of the perceived time crunch, winter has fully landed in Greater Cincinnati !! It is frigid. So, when I went to put up my outside inflatables community (Yes, I have several), along with a lighted tree that needed to be assembled, wrapping our porch poles in lights, and covering bushes in our front bed, I was shivering the entire time. I’m not complaining. I pushed through as best as I could, but I had to stop short. I didn’t get everything done that I wanted to accomplish because I couldn’t feel my hands. Eek !!!

I love putting up the community of inflatables. They’re all connected via an intricate system of intertwined extension cords and anchoring wires so they don’t float away. Once the timers hit the “Dusk” setting, they slowly inflate and cover the majority of our front flower bed. It brings me joy to see them spring to life. Each morning, as the timer moves to the “Dawn” setting, you see them fall slowly to the ground as they deflate. They no longer have the energy to be full, shining, and present.

Sound like our employees ??

Too many folks these days are deflated at work. Sure, they may be visible in the workplace or on some overly monitored screen, but that doesn’t mean they’re full of life, far from it. The question is – Do we even notice ?? Unfortunately, I don’t think we normally do unless a person’s behavior becomes so detached that you see it whenever you interact with them.

I’m continually astonished by how we spend so much time discussing work regarding deadlines, revenue pressures, and how we all have too many meetings. However, we don’t talk often enough about our employees unless we’re complaining about the few that seem to always be a challenge to work with. The majority of employees come to work daily and are treated like placeholders. This should not continue.

December, year-end, and the holidays can be a trying time for people for a variety of reasons. It’s easy to become deflated. We need to notice. To do that, our desk and our screens can’t be more important to us than the people we work (and live) with. We need to be the ones who are the energy source that brings them back to life. Once we do that, you’ll see that people will fulfill their calling and purpose.

We always take time to seek out all of the Christmas decorations and displays in our neighborhoods. In fact, we’re eager to see them !! Let’s do the same with our people because they are with us all the time, and not just seasonally.