The proposal was not sitting well. I thought we had discussed the issues. It seemed that we had agreed that the problem really was not a problem. Based on our conversation, I assumed that the proposal was going to reflect our shared understanding. As I read, read again, and then reread, I concluded the document was clear. We did not have the conversation I thought we had. Whatever agreement we had, it was not a resolution.
My initial reaction was to draft a blunt email. I included dates, times, and specific quotes. My assertions were simple. My accusations were clear. There was going to be no conclusion about my view. If they had any honor within, they would admit the mistake and take corrective action. With that, we would move on.
I listened to an old voice. “If anything else is bothering you, bring it to the regularly scheduled town meeting and let it be settled there.” (Acts 19.39) I sought the wisdom of others. There was a quiet assurance and question. Do you want to do battle? Are you interesting in moving forward?
It was a good question. I was too tired to do battle, at least for any length of time. I did not have the energy. I was unsure if I had the will. In my heart, I only wanted to move forward.
Hit the delete button. Ok, first task out of the way.
Draft a solution. Gently reference the conversation and offer words that everyone can embrace.
Then wait. Let the process unfold with reasonable individuals.
It was a long wait. At least it felt long. I wanted action! I was resolution. I wanted to be vindicated.
Life was kind and distracted me. I did not have time to stew. I could not follow-up before the process had a chance to unfold.
The call came 10 hours later. In the midst of a chaotic day, the next step was underway. I should expect to see the new proposal soon. They had only one question; was I ready to take the next step?
