I have been stuck in the same old
Same old rut for months on end
With no reprieve
My eyes opened
To a different angle
A new perspective hit me
Squarely in the face
My neck snapped back
And jolted me right out
That stupid old
I often wished I could be a project manager. Project managers have options. They can grow their careers. Move into general management. Become senior managers. Portfolio managers.
But today it hit me like a ton of bricks. Why I could never be, and why I am not a project manager. I hate asking people to do things. And waiting for them to do it. And following up.
It is a fear-based thing. Today I had to follow up something with someone. And the feeling it invoked in me. I was back to a child again having to ask an elder for something. And fearing the rebuke. Not wanting to nag. Impose. Having to rely on someone.
I don’t ask for my lawn to be mowed. I pay someone to do it. I pay for handyman services.
At least now I understand why.