Holacracy: all voices matter

…an organization, like a plane, is equipped with sensors in the form of its people, all of whom are capable of sensing the reality around them. Unfortunately, in command-and-control organizations, not everyone’s voice matters–some voices are considered more important than others. Consequently, the voices of the supposed less important people, like the low-voltage indicator, can be ignored because they have no vehicle for processing their insights into meaningful action.

— Brian Robertson, the creator of holacracy. Source: Huffington Post

Better one-to-ones

Of all the things I do in my job, one-to-one’s are my favourite – yeah I know, crazy eh? I love talking with my team about their ideas, challenges, goals; giving (and getting) feedback; and helping them (and me) grow. And I’m sure they were Captain Kirk’s favourite too.

Check out my latest article on Medium about running better one-to-ones.

Curve balls

I tweaked a glute muscle in January at the track. I had a minor slip on some water, but at the root of it was some weakness that I should have long ago tended to. So I’ve been off running largely, relegated to short under 5k runs when I can (the exception was a 10k trail race in North Vancouver that I did at the end of February).

As one of my t-shirts says “Not Running Sucks”. What I miss the most is the peace and thinking time it affords me. When running it’s just me and there are few times when I am alone.

I’m hoping to be back at things soon. The physiotherapist has me on the mend with a batch of exercises and some unreal stretches. I’m still pondering a May BMO half marathon after a decent 8k this past weekend and looking forward to being back on-track with my running goals.

The Number 13

I read this article the other day about the number 13. I also read recently that President Franklin D. Roosevelt didn’t like the number 13. He hated to travel on Friday the 13th and having 13 people at dinner (he even avoided it at death as he died on Thursday, April 12, 1945, just before Friday the 13th).

What tweaked my interest was the fact that the number 13 has been a huge part of my life, and frankly a great number:

  • My wife’s wedding ring has 13 diamonds
  • My son was born on the 13th day of the month
  • I’ve been happily married for 13 years
  • Our address “616” when you add each of the numbers equals 13
  • If you take the birthdays of each of our family members (30, 24, 13) and add each of the individual numbers, it equals 13

Thirteen isn’t that bad. Besides, life’s too short to worry about numbers.