Once in a job interview a senior executive leaned forward, and asked THE question.
"So tell me, Dannielle...what would you say is your leadership style?"
I looked at her. I looked at the group. I couldn't take how serious they were. I mean for goodness sake, we weren't negotiating Middle East peace here.
"Basically immature," I answered and then started laughing.
My husband said later, "I can't talk to you about this. I can't believe it."
He just couldn't believe it. It's true. "You threw the interview. Why?"
"I was just being honest," I said.
My daughter said, "I love it."
"You didn't want it," said my husband.
True, they all blinked when I said that. It was all of them. At least that's what it felt like. A big collective blink.
"You really are a seven-year-old. I don't get it," my husband said.
"Instant gratification. That is you."
But it was the truth.
I believe in total immaturity if you're going to lead people.
I believe in Peter Pan.
In appealing to their most basic, childlike desires.
To their sense of awe, of wonder, of curiosity.
I believe that work is fun. It's supposed to be fun.
If it's not fun then why are you here? Why are you alive?
It is not a sin to be happy. It's what we're made for.
Happiness is a sign that you're on the right track. And sadness means you've embarked on the wrong one.
Never be afraid to cry like a baby, or to laugh like a seven-year-old.
Your feelings should be trusted. Balanced with logic, they'll never lead you astray.
All opinions my own and do not represent those of my agency or the federal government. Photo via Wikipedia.