Yes, I know I am getting older. I cannot play basketball like I used to. I feel like now after I play I have to duct tape Motrin to my body for a timed-release effect. I played a couple of weeks ago and was I ever sore. So sore that I had to physically grab my pant leg to cross my legs because my quads hurt so much.
Not a pretty sight.
As with all of us, the older I get, the more differently I see life around me. Perspectives change. For example, I with I had known at 27 when I first had kids what I know now about the gospel and raising my kids.
Or marriage. Wow, do I ever wish I knew at 22 when I said “I do” what I now know about loving my wife and how the gospel intersects my wife and I every day. As God has opened my spiritual eyes, I had no idea what I was saying “I do” to! How God has chiseled some unneeded pieces of clay from this work in progress.
Managing conflict? Or having a tooth extracted with no pain killers?
Hmmm…many times it seems as if I would rather go with option two.
Why is that? Why does it seem like the craft of resolving conflict is such a poorly-developed tool in our culture today?
It is one thing to deal with conflict. It is an entirely different matter to manage conflict well.
Today’s post is not my usual involving some aspect of leadership or influence.
In a sense.
I am a recovering people-pleaser.
OK, it’s out. I’ve said it.
There is a lot of self-admitted brokenness going on in my life. Granted, I realize I have blind-spots to other areas as well, but just what I see myself is enough to overwhelm me sometimes.
But on this journey of mine over the past 50 years, there has been one area that God has brought to the forefront that has caused more danger in my life than perhaps any other, and that is people-pleasing.
Every once in a while I come across a book that I think, “Keeper. This book is a keeper.”
Most books I read have a one-time-through mentality and then take away a key point.
Made to Stick is not that type of book.
It’s becoming a go-to reference for me.
I am afraid that we have adopted the “winning is the most important thing” so much that we have forgotten how to lose with grace. Yes, I have won a championship as a coach, but the truth is that most of my moments were not singing some rendition of “One Shining Moment.”
My coaching gig is long done and now my basketball moments are spent doing stats for my wife’s girls’ varsity basketball team for our high school in Pembine. I have been associated with this team for almost five years now, with four of those years with my daughters playing, and now just having an excuse to hang with my wife.
It is interesting to me, in this age of uber information, to see what creates identity for people.
If you keep up with the hype of college sports, you will probably recall the most recent “tripping incident” with Grayson Allen. Grayson is a very talented guard who plays basketball for the Duke Blue Devils. In recent months, Grayson has been getting much press for his deliberate tripping of players on the court.
Have you ever been around a person who, though extremely capable in a certain skill set, always remained “stuck” because they were not able to manage themselves or relationships with people?
I have too.
And those situations are always a bit awkward. In an earlier life, I used to be a team leader for a group that administered retirement plans. I had some stellar teammates, but there were a few that frequently caused me to go “Hmmm” about them.
It is in your mind. Full of clarity. No confusion or missing pieces. You believe that you could not have communicated your message with any more precision or directness.
BAM! Nailed it.
And then a few days later you start to hear the scuttle. The amazing message or vision you relayed was not interpreted correctly by the listening ears. In fact, what you believed to be motivating and clarifying actually caused frustration.
Why is that? Why is there often such a gap between what I say and what is heard? In an age where we are inundated with information, I want to be sure that what I intend is what is received.