“Daddy, can you draw me a picture of Sponge Bob and all of his friends – smiling?”
I was greeted with this request having just climbed out of
my bed on Saturday morning. “Can you?” “Pleeeease?”
“I can’t do that!” I said. “You see, Daddy’s not very good at drawing…”
I looked for my wife.
She was sitting on the couch talking on the telephone to her
brother. “She can’t help me here”, I thought. “C’mon Dad” he said, now pleading; standing in
front of me with an A4 sheet of paper in one hand and a marker pen he’d taken
from my office in the other.
I’m no artist. And
his request, levelled at me so soon after I had woken up had shaken a hidden
insecurity from deep within me.
I can’t draw!
I knew that whatever I attempt I made would look
ridiculous and nothing like the yellow sponge character and his underwater
friends. My immediate response was to
look for a way out. I wanted to refer
the job to someone else; in this case, my wife.
She’s good at art – and through her repeated efforts has become adept at
drawing Nickelodeon sea folk. But she was still on the ‘phone, embroiled in
conversation. And he was, still standing in front of me, in his pyjamas, with
greater expectations of me than I had for myself.
Have you ever seen the movie Terminator 2? If so, you will probably remember the scene
where Arnie is teleported to modern earth and arrives in his birthday suite?
He then struts about for a while without a care in the
world. He eventually goes to a nearby
bar, still naked, and walks up to a local henchman and says quite
matter-of-factly, “I need your clothes,
your boots and your motorcycle".
Have you ever had a reoccurring dream?
I used to have a dream – some may call it a nightmare;
about suddenly finding myself in a public place - usually it was at my old
school, and I’m trying to hide from everybody because I’m as naked as Arnie was
in T2. Unfortunately however, in my
dream, I lack the nonchalant confidence that Arnie possessed.
At the start of my dream, no one knows I’m there. I’d be hiding amongst the coats and bags that
used to hang near the lockers and restrooms.
So my objective was to escape the premises without being seen. In my dream, I always failed. I’d be spotted and then ridiculed with the
entire school population chasing after me whilst laughing hysterically. I have no idea about the meaning – or why it
occurred with so much frequency in my adolescent life. All I remember about waking up was the stark contrast
between the fear and the relief I’d feel when I realised it was just a dream.
In Susan Jeffers’ acclaimed book, ‘Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway - How to Turn Your Fear and Indecision
into Confidence and Action’, Susan provides plentiful advice on how to
overcome fear of issues like public speaking; making decisions and asserting
oneself amongst others. What we all need
to appreciate is that fear isn’t a sign of weakness – it merely serves as a
reminder that the scary situations we find ourselves in may have
repercussions.
Leadership roles are places filled with fear
potential. Perhaps that’s why so many
people avoid such responsibility.
To some, being put in the position of 'Leader' is akin to being stripped naked and thrown into a public place. Yet, despite this, history is peppered with ‘fearless leaders’. Great men and women prepared to stand and
fight for what they thought was right; despite being undoubtedly scared inside. People like Rosa Parks, Gandhi and others
overcame their fears and as Jeffers’ puts it, ‘did it anyway’.
Fear is normal. Fear is okay. It's perfectly normal for a leader to feel scared at times. After all, leadership can be a very lonely place.
Fear is normal. Fear is okay. It's perfectly normal for a leader to feel scared at times. After all, leadership can be a very lonely place.
So, I decided to tackle my fear, took the paper and pen
from my little boy and drew him a Sponge Bob.
“That’s good Daddy” he said. “What is it?”
Wishing you every success and the power to overcome all of your fears,
Keith
PS... I'll be back! (sorry, couldn't resist!)
With acknowledgement to Tristar Pictures
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