Not too long ago my fiancée and I rescued a dog. The dog had been, as we say in the South, “released from service” which means a hunter thought the dog could no longer hunt so he let him go. There’s a whole ‘nother blog about people like that. But that’s not what we’re talking about today.
We brought the dog back to Richmond, named him Jeff, spent a bunch of money at the emergency vet (holy XXXX!), and finally brought him home. At first Jeff wouldn’t eat dog food or drink fresh water. But, when let into the back yard, Jeff ate enthusiastically from the compost pile and drank from the murky lake.
Around the same time we acquired Jeff, I hired an operations guy for my company. He looks into our patterns of communication and methods of accomplishing our work. Turns out Jeff is not the only one with a few ingrained behaviors that need to be changed. Jeff was eating rotten banana peels; we were using a 60-day timeline “just because.” We (at Turnkey) hadn’t had a fresh eye on us for so long we didn’t even know we were doing some counterproductive stuff because it felt normal and safe.
Am I worried you’ll think, “Why would I trust this company if the CEO compares their behavior to a dog eating a rotten banana?” Yes, I’m a little afraid of that and hopeful you’ll think, instead, “Wow, what refreshing honesty” or “Constantly looking inward… I like that”, or “I love composting!”
Regardless of what you think of composting, one thing is clear to me — doing the safe and “normal” thing over and over is clearly a trait of living things. That makes me wonder, do I have deeply implanted rituals in my life that need to be firmly yanked out by the roots? How about you?