You know, when you start a project, you want it to go well. (Um, why would you start one hoping to fail, Rafia?)
I know failure’s a fact of life, but no one ever starts a project with the intention of failing.
When things, however, don’t go according to plan – and you’re answerable to more than just yourself – you can’t help but feel it’s all your fault.
You know it’s not your fault, but when you’re the one leading the project, especially if you’re a highly sensitive person, you will take it personally regardless. Because in the end, it’s YOUR name on the line.
I think I learned a lesson in resilience today, folks. Sure, I spent the past few hours in panic mode, scrambling to make sure that everyone was on board with the decision no one wanted to make but couldn’t really escape.
If I were anyone else, I would say “It is what it is.” But I am not anyone else (I
hate dislike that phrase very strongly), so I will not say it… but yeah, pretty much.
Unfortunately, it’s not possible to make everyone happy. Sometimes, a decision just has to be made.
Ah, event management. Is it not but a compacted metaphor for life itself?