Grazing in the Wrong Field

3/8/17

There once was buffalo.

Her name was Lucevan-le-stelle, Little Light they called her. Or Light for short. Light was bright.  In her own way, she was as bright as any of the bison.  She managed the herds, kept excellent records and was helpful - the most helpful buffalo you could imagine.

There was, despite all her good and excellent qualities, something which prevented her from achieving at the highest levels of bison-hood, at least that is what she was told.

She tried to keep up her self-respect. Lucevan-le-stelle decided that hers were more real-world skills than those useful for a student. She probably would make a good empathetic teacher if she could get through the education system herself. She had many teachers and resource room- type assistance. There was huge progress and no reason to think more would not be forthcoming. 

Still, Little Light wondered, was she grazing in the wrong field?

does not an army make.

3/4/17

It started innocently enough. My wife joked, "wouldn't it be great to have people sleep for you? Of course, you would have to pay them," she added.

Then you could pay them to go to work for you, toilet train your kids, have arguments with your spouse- do all the things you don't want to do.

I started to wonder what it is we really actually do want to do.

What do we really want to do?

Imagine a science fiction scenario where a person sits on a comfortable couch directing his miniature army of stand-ins.

The only problem:

it becomes a management nightmare.

Studying The Tao of Organizations, The Art of War, Getting to Yes, The Sacred Tree,

 perhaps the desire is to be a leader.

That wasn't Beth's original intent by her quip.

Yet she made the remark in close proximity to talking about our long-time friend’s transformation into a leader.

Both Beth and I have leadership skills but have not worked ideally as a team.

All generals and no soldiers does not an army make.