Thursday, June 17, 2010

Believe Again

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own.  And you know what you know. You are the girl, who'll decide where to go.” (Dr. Suess)

I love this time of year because it always takes me back to being 18 at high school graduation, standing on the brink of possibilities.  More than any other time in our lives, graduating from high school is the moment we step through the portal from girl to woman or boy to man.  It is here we truly begin the journey towards becoming who we will be. 

In today's world, Facebook has allowed all of us to read the final goodbyes of graduates once written only on the pages of their senior yearbooks.  And with each 'goodbye' and 'game over' post I read, I can't help but be taken back to 1982, remembering hugs, smiles, and tears shed as I exited CCS for the final time, accompanied by the prophetic lyrics and haunting chords of Lynyrd Skynyrd's Freebird

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Listen

"A wise old owl sat in an oak. The more he heard the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. The more he heard, the more he learned. Now wasn't he a wise old bird?"

Legendary basketball coach and leadership icon, John Wooden, who recently passed away at age 99, would often share the homily above, learned in grade school, when asked why more people weren't better leaders.  "They don't listen," Wooden would say.  "Listening is the best way to learn.  You have to listen to those you are supervising."   

The number one request I get for workplace training is repeatedly to 'help us improve how we communicate.'  It stands to reason.  Communication is arguably the most important skill in life.  Just think of how many hours we spend communicating through reading, writing, speaking or listening.  And of these top four ways we communicate, Wooden, and scores of others, rank listening as the #1 key to our effectiveness as a communicator.

Yet, if you're like me, your grade school lessons on listening weren't quite as inspiring as little John Wooden's.  Mine were more like: "Cindy! Sit down, shut up and listen!"  (Followed by once having to teach the math lesson because my incessant chatter apparently communicated that I knew more about pi than Mr. Chilson did.) 

Yes, hour upon hour was devoted in elementary school, high school and college to teaching us how to write, read, and speak.  But I can't remember one lesson on how to listen.  Listening beyond just hearing; beyond just listening long enough so I can tell you what I think when you shut up.  I mean listening in a way that will help me to better understand you first -- before I ever begin to get you to understand me.

Author Stephen Covey calls it empathetic listening.  In his best selling book, 'The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People', he recommends we listen not only with our ears -- but also with our eyes and our hearts.  We must listen for feeling and for meaning.  We must listen for behavior.  We must sense and feel the person we're listening to.  Because when we listen like this, we open ourselves to a deeper understanding of life from the point of view of those we're listening to.  In a sense, we put on their glasses and see life through their eyes.  And only then, when we've allowed their perspective to influence us, do we have any shot at influencing them.  That's why it's such a critical skill for leadership success.  You want to improve how you communicate?  Widen your influence as a leader?  Start by improving how you listen.

I have begun to be more purposeful in applying this prescription to my own life.  Because I make my living teaching others, it becomes especially frustrating when my own son doesn't do what I say -- and I teach him for free!  Indeed, it is a humbling experience when you're hired to help change behaviors in workplaces and can't seem to change some of the behaviors in your own household. 

So I took Mr. Wooden's, Mr. Covey's, and even my math teacher Mr. Chilson's, advice.  I SHUT UP and started to listen.  My first experiment came when helping my son move into a new college apartment and I listened to the music pouring from his stereo.  Gulp.  (Note to self: you're just listening Cindy, not speaking!)

I soon realized I needed to turn off my ears and start listening with my eyes.  I saw no refrigerator or stove...but there was a vacuum!  And good lord, it had been used!  I saw food organized in the cupboards, clothes hung neatly in the closet, shoes precisely lined up on the floor, and a roll of paper towels IN ITS HOLDER.  When I asked to use a pair of scissors, I heard 'second drawer down in the kitchen' and sure enough, there they were!  Right beside loads of other tools he had purposely placed in that drawer.

And when I turned the corner, I listened with my heart.  There before me was a bed he had made up for guests.  The bed linens neatly pulled across the mattress, not a wrinkle in sight; an extra blanket perfectly folded at the foot of the bed; two pillows propped up at the head, and centered in front of them, was an accent pillow shaped like a football, taken from his bedroom at home.  Despite my millions of previous attempts to stand over my son and demand he 'pick up this room and make your bed,' it never once looked as beautiful as this.

Like the businesses who come to me, my personal hope on the homefront has been to improve how I communicate with my son.  My effectiveness took a big leap forward when I started to listen.

What I heard with my eyes and my heart were far more powerful than what I could ever hear with my ears.  I heard a son who said "I love you Mom," through the smile on his face after seeing me smile at the sight of his bed -- and his organized apartment.  Not a word was spoken.  But for the first time in a very long time, we heard each other loud and clear.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

On Vacation

Aaahhh sweet vacation.  It's not until you return from one that you realize just what a necessity they are. 

I recently finished an oh-too-brief pampered vacation to the beautiful azure waters of the Carribbean. 
Ever since my first visit over two decades ago, I've made return trips a gotta-have expense in my budget.  There's just something about those white sandy beaches, crystal blue waters, and endless sunshine that recharges my batteries like no other place on earth can do.  It's a sight for sore eyes -- and a worn-out, weary spirit.

This time down, the real luxury was bringing our family with us.  In today's world, kids grow up and move beyond their hometowns, making time together a rare gift.  This is certainly true for our family.  So we traveled from Chicago, Philadelphia, Hoboken, Brooklyn, Fort Lauderdale, Boynton Beach and Bemus Point just to share a few meals and fancy cocktails and precious conversation.  Dipping our feet into sandy beaches and clear waters while soaking in the radiant sunshine made it that much better.

A trip like this doesn't happen on a whim -- it takes months of planning (and saving!) to bring so many together for a few days of fun.  But it is so worth it.  The memories truly last a lifetime; the photographs instantly recall the smiles; and the joy creates the 'worth it' that gives reason to plan again. 

THIS to me is living.  It's for times like these that we all work so hard.  It's why we spend years on education to create better lives for ourselves and our families.  It's why we teach our kids to love spending time with one another.  Just for moments like this.  To raise a glass and toast birthdays and anniversaries and graduations.  To hear how their jobs are going and share wisdom and advice.  To commiserate over stretch marks and bathing suits and really white bodies while laughing over drink carriers and towel animals and 'oh-he-was-terrible' karaoke.

Some often question the price of a family vacation; the financial price, the time-away-from-work price, the I-have-too-much-to-do-to-take-a-vacation price.  Sadly, I have met too many who rarely -- or never -- have taken a vacation.  But I have always believed differently.  I believe you can't afford not to take a vacation.  It revives you, inspires you, re-focuses you, and renews relationships with those you love most. 

At the end of my life and yours, it will be the family vacation pics and the memories they represent that will give comfort and smiles from a life well lived -- not the promotions or the salary or the big projects of our work.  It will be the seashell held to my ear that will help me best recall the sounds, scents, and sights of the places I loved most -- shared with the people I love most.  It is our family and friends, after all, who, every once in a while, help us unplug from this busy, crazy, hooked-up-24/7 life of ours to remind us just what we're living for.