In the process of describing one’s vision, especially with a new idea or venture, one knows they need feedback. One knows s/he cannot do it alone. There are too many variables and unknowns. Intuitively, one knows the story s/he is telling is good but it also feels like there is a bit more to it. Whatever it is, it is missing.
Knowing this, I have found myself seeking feedback. I want to find the missing. In the past six weeks there have three defining moments with one concept. In each, the cycle was the same. As I talked with someone I trusted I found myself in difficult territory. Their feedback stung. While I do not think they were intended to inflict any pain, as I listened to the words it hurt! The first two times, I realized that there were gaps any and everyone would see, so I pressed on. The last uncovered something others did not see. Even as I mustered a stiff upper lip, my unspoken plea has been the same. Using David’s words as a proxy; “Please, God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed.” (Psalm 6.1) The worst part about it, I know they are right.
What does one do with the gaps in the story? The answer is obvious when you realize everyone else can see the hole as well. It is action time! Yet, what if others have not found the void? How long can I go on living without dealing with it?
Even as a wrestle with the conundrum, my heart knows that ignoring the gaps will not do anything to address them. At some point, now or later, someone will notice. If I am willing to admit it, I already have! The irony is that I know. The invitation to learn and act is here. It always is, even in my ignorance. I will reflect, pause, and then work to fill in the gap. It is my chance to make a difference no matter who knows or does not. Living is our open invitation for action.
