The humidity has returned to Miami with a vengeance. For me, it’s a sign that the long days of summer have returned and I’m moved to a time of introspection and semi full time sweating.
We are in full prep mode for our fall recruiting season, asking ourselves what’s new, how do we connect with the incoming group of transfer students and fresh eyed students who are not sure even how to spell “ennui” (take note my younger peeps it starts with an “E”)
Fun times!
For some, this can be a daunting task, for others it’s just another day or week on the multiple calendars that we juggle.
I’m looking at how to engage the unengaged, inspire the uninspired, and ensure that our team, and our multiple stakeholders are going to execute on the crazy ideas and ensure that recruiting targets are hit. So yeah, it’s really fun.
That’s the funny thing about leadership. It’s easy to sit on the sidelines and critique without every rolling up your sleeves and getting your hands dirty. It’s also incredibly difficult get filthy and not want to just throw up your hands and say “No Mas” when things don’t go according to plan.
Call me crazy, but I’m a fan of staring into the proverbial abyss, shouting as loud as you can, and making a difference. One tortured soul at a time.
So as I sit on my deck, cigar in hand, soaking up the humidity and ruminating on the times we fell just a bit short and the times we knocked the cover off the ball, I can’t help but smile.
After all, isn’t that what we are upposed to do?
