I have a friend that sometimes annoys the hell out of me when she says:
“That person is such a follower, they’re not a leader, they just do what ever that other guy wants. They can’t think for themselves.”
The names have been removed to protect the innocent.
I’m sure you’ve heard this before and sometimes I even question myself and wonder where I fall in this scenario. Am I a leader? Or a follower? Do I just take orders and advice blindly, or do I put some thought into it first? Most recently, while pondering the cracks in my ceiling before falling asleep, (okay there are none, but it sets a mood) I realized it’s beneficial to be a little bit of both. We should know when it’s best for us to let our inner leader shine and take command, and know when to let someone else do the driving, be the follower we need to be, and learn a thing or two. Sometimes we might even realize that we’re following to a point that we’ve stopped thinking for ourselves, and that’s not a good thing. When we do that, we give up a part of who we are, a slice of our identity, a hand it over to someone that may or may not know what’s in our best interest. That sort of following can be seen in many areas of society, most notably in religious organizations and political affiliations.
I was driving back from lunch this afternoon and parked the car, when I was suddenly blessed with this little poem in my head.
I know things
I know things that most let pass by.
I know the bird that soars, across the morning sky.
I know the child that’s ignored by their kin,
Laughing still, because of love within.
I know the lost dog, searching for a home.
Wanting someone to hold them and say they’re not alone.
I know the serpent, hiding in the grass.
Just wanting to live, waiting for a meal to pass.
I know the man, with bitter and anger on his face.
His life suddenly gone, not leaving but a trace.
I know the woman, weeping in her hands.
Trying so hard to keep it together, and dealing with life’s demands.
I know the world, that’s crying for change.
Wondering when the balance of power, will finally rearrange.
I know these things and I keep it to myself.
All of them inside, on a tiny little shelf.
A little over a week ago, my friend and co-worker Nzinga told me he was listening to a podcast and thought I’d be really good at doing one myself. He even took it a step further and said he had this “strong urge” to tell me. Of course this pushed all my spiritual buttons about diving timing and law of attraction, so I just had to do it. It’s not too far a reach from my other hobby, video production, so I’m pretty familiar with the editing, software, hardware, etc. associated with putting something like this together. It was just a matter of slightly shifting my perspective. Less than a week after the conversation, I was recording my first podcast, the energy behind the idea had gained so much momentum, I wanted to do it before I convinced myself it was a bad idea. So I took the leap and didn’t look back… yet.