Tag: authenticity

  • What we think is missing from inside most of us – a lesson in leadership

    What we think is missing from inside most of us – a lesson in leadership

    I have been reading an extraordinary new book about 9/11, “Proud to Serve”, by Colonel Shawn P. Walsh, US Army Retired. Its focus is of course the experience of the writer but also the lesson he found in tragedy.  A lesson in leadership and how it evolves.  


    Side note:  I find it incredibly coincidental that I am reading this book at the same time I have become  involved with an organization- @Speak Boldly – that largely promotes a strikingly similar approach to leadership, courage and the release of inner strength, through storytelling.


    Within Colonel Walsh’s narrative of the events of that horrific day, the question he explores is this:  how and why does someone become a leader.  There are so many theories about this.

    • Are you born with the instinct to lead?  
    • Is  being a leader something certain people assume they have – an expectation based on how they are treated or perceived by others? 
    • Are you groomed to be a leader?
    • Does it somehow emerge in a moment whether you want it to and are ready – or not?
    • Is it a natural progression because of your upbringing and education?

    There is so much more to his story but with just this single question – how do leaders become leaders – considered against the backdrop of the 9/11 tragedy – he comes to a conclusion that I find to be most likely.

    Of course all of these theories are possible. But I think the most important and impactful leaders are unexpected and probably unprepared. I think that the leaders who make the biggest difference are those ordinary people who in a moment rise up and profoundly affect others. After reading this book and actually watching this happen I am more and more convinced of this.

    And naturally I am inclined to think about it within the context of my kitchen table and who sits there. Could there be a leader somewhere in the mix.  My response is “certainly not”.  But what I have begun to understand from this book and my experience with Speak Boldly, is that leadership takes many forms.  It is not one size fits all. And it often happens when least expected and maybe unwanted – but necessary.  And most importantly it can rise in the most unexpected of people. 

    Leadership can be quiet or even silent.  I am realizing that it can stand unseen and tacitly in the background – but it is nonetheless powerful.  It can exist without attention or request.  And most importantly for me it exudes an unseen and inaudible impression that can fill a room.  

    It is often the silent look of someone that makes you immediately feel safe, protected and you know with certainty that this is the person to watch and hear.  That this the person to follow, mirror, and attend to.  

    As I write this I wonder how many of us believe that leadership shows up this way rather than being chosen or groomed.  I imagine not many.

    I think that our idea of who becomes a leader in any circumstance, is often a product of expectation, the expectation of those around them. Those who look up to someone because they are well known, athletic, intellectual, highly educated, wealthy, you name it. These are things that our society values and therefore are considered to be traits of a leader. But that is a very flawed perspective.

    As Proud to Serve emphasizes, and I think Speak Boldly promotes, true trustworthy leadership may not be a personality trait at all – innate or learned.  Maybe it is instead something demanded of us in moments here and there. I think I probably fall in that space.  I don’t believe I am a leader.  But I do now believe that when necessary or desired one of the Karens, maybe yet another a new one, will grab a seat at the head of the table.  Maybe she comes and goes.  Maybe she is a leader to only to certain people.  Maybe she is becoming a leader to herself.

    Less and less I think being a leader is a constant projection of authority.  But instead, and maybe this is the most authentic of all leadership, it rises and provides what is necessary to an otherwise confusing, unstable and maybe volatile situation and then falls to the background.  Nonetheless remaining a stable but unassuming force.

    I see now that the aura of the one projecting leadership remains constant, long after they are absent. Even as the circumstances seem under control or settled. Even as the crisis demanding leadership has faded.

    Although this book is written from a military perspective and experience, and I will be the first to admit that I am as far outside of that world as is possible, it provides insight and a lesson we all should learn.

    Again, I am amazed that this book has come at the same time that Speak Boldly entered my life.  Its mission quietly encourages and reinforces this same very different idea of what leadership means and how it evolves.  

    I am still reading Colonel Walsh’s words and highly recommend it @proudtoserve.  I am sure I have a lot more to take from it.  But in this moment – at this place in history – there may be little that is more important than this:

    “Leadership done right rarely announces itself” (Proud to Serve, Col. Walsh)

    And that is probably the most significant takeaway for me. So far.

    How many of us have stopped in our tracks, spun around and thought “Wow, I want to make sure I’m with them when shit goes down”. And it’s not only the giant frightening situations. It’s the little every day moments that build this. That make us feel safe and secure in our world.

    What an unexpected and rare thing it is to understand that it is actually not the loud, extremely visible, wealthy person next door but instead is the one who will quietly step to the front and shield us from all that seems wrong.

    You can get Colonel Walsh’s book here: Proud to Serve.

  • Mother’s Day


    Having a Baby.

    Today is Mother’s Day 2025. It also happens to be my eldest son’s birthday. He was born on Mother’s Day in 1997. The syncing of these events happens only once every 7 or so years. We’ve yet to figure out the math on that but suffice it to say that it is rare that we can celebrate both on the same day.

    I absolutely love when it happens. It takes me back to the unbelievable experience of giving birth to my first child. He was about a month early and because Portsmouth, where we lived, didn’t have a neonatal unit I was shipped to Portland. That in itself was cause for crazy town. There was the ambulance ride. The hours of labor. The choice of epidural or no epidural. (Ultimately my low threshold for pain won the battle and I was granted the epidural). My 2 attending doctors arguing over whether I needed an episiotomy or not for what seemed like hours. My mother sitting in the room with us frantically knitting away as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Like most other births – it was A LOT.

    So when the 2 “holidays” coincide I get a little extra shiver of maternal joy for this perfect young man.

    Gratitude.

    And since it is Mother’s Day I will thank all 3 of my babies for teaching me yet another substantial lesson.

    Truthfully, they teach me a lot all the time but today my thoughts are focused on how truly authentic they are as they move through life. They act with a genuineness that I rarely see in people. They are honest with themselves and walk through the world with the grace that comes from being unabashedly so. This might be what I am most proud of. And whether they know it or not they are teaching me how to be that way as well.

    So, on this day this year I feel different. I feel more at ease with myself. I feel a little bit more real. By that I mean I am slowly embracing the me on the inside who is rarely allowed out. I think I am always authentic in my interactions with others. But there are many times that I stumble over the idea of letting myself go and I fall into a pit. The only way to crawl out is to shove that inner me down, stiffen up and march forward like the awkward 10 sided soldier I am.

    Pondering the idea of authenticity today, I see that as I have been writing about the several Karens that sit around my kitchen table, I have found one common thread that runs through each one.

    It is the inability to feel comfortable in my body – in my own skin. This is a version of being authentic all the way from the inside out.

    It’s like this.

    I have always wished that I could dance. I don’t just mean dance without stepping on someone’s toes. I mean dance as if there is no one else in the world. Dance with all of my body moving in sync with whatever music is playing – or maybe without any music playing at all. We have all seen people who are capable of moving freely and without restraint. Spinning and waving their arms, swaying to the music, with their head thrown back in abandon. I have never been able to express myself in this way. I might feel it but I just can’t let go and move without inhibition.

    And then this happened.

    I recently met a photographer, Hannah McMahon, who offers an “unbranded” photo shoot. The intent is to be photographed in a way that expresses who you are. Who you really are. @hannahmacstudios.com The use of the term unbranded is intentional. It is not photography that imposes a view of you on the world for a purpose but instead is a reflection of the free, uncompromised, unforced you. I scheduled the session because I wanted to see if I could relax into a moment and let go of my stillness. Let go of the me that is trapped and frozen inside my body and, if I could, see what that looks like. Through someone else’s lens – literally.

    Well. This experience was amazing. I will say that I all but forgot about my stillness. I moved in a way that I didn’t think I was capable of. I’ll admit that it’s not as if I danced around the room with complete abandon. But I did move in a way that is not normally comfortable for me. It was at the same time authentic and uncomfortable. The combination was extraordinary.

    I saw the photos a week later and the only thing I could get out of my mouth as we scrolled through was “What the fuck? Who is that?” It was of course me. But a me that I never really set free and certainly a me that I don’t let other people see. So yes, it’s yet another Karen, No. 10, and this one is the inner me that combats the controlled stiff stillness. The me that I want to be all the time, but just cannot seem to let myself express.

    As we went through the photos I also realized that all of the Karens showed up in at least one photo. So, now I’ll show you what they each look like. At least in terms of stature and attitude through the eyes of Hannah Mac.

    Karen 1 – The Child

    Karen 2: The Lawyer

    Karen 3: The Runner. (She’s slower these days and usually wears running clothes, but this is her vibe)

    Karen 4: The Painfully Shy One

    Karen 5: The Bitch

    Karen 6: The Imposter.

    Karen 7: The Shield

    Karen 8: The Comedian

    Karen 9: Mama

    And finally – for now at least – Karen 10: The Karen that is Free.

    Now, as you read the captions and compare them to the associated photo you might not really see how they sync up. But I do. Knowing each of these Karens as well as I do, the images project the quality each one carries.

    So, a huge THANK YOU to Hannah McMahon. This experience gave me so much more than I expected. Not only beautiful photography but a sense of who I can be if I can just get the fuck out of my own way. And that day I took a step, did not stumble, and inched my way along.