I have a guitar. It’s a pretty nice guitar, an Ovation, and I think it sounds pretty. Unfortunately, it only sounds pretty when I actually pick it up and play, which, unfortunately, occurs less and less frequently. So it sits in my office, looking beautiful, but not serving any purpose.
This past Sunday night, Cliff and I launched Breathe, an organization designed to unlock and unleash the latent awesomeness inside each individual. We had a solid turnout, excellent entertainment (thanks Eric and Robert!) and some tasty fries. I think that people were genuinely touched and moved by what they experienced Sunday night.
But Cliff and I weren’t.
If anything, we were both frustrated by what happened — or more accurately what didn’t happen.
Cliff has his reasons for frustration, but I have my own, mostly fueled by my own personal failure with this Breath vision. The amount of effort I’ve put into launching this thing is laughable; the fact that I call myself a visionary or leader for this thing is laughable. Based on my behavior, I have displayed no leadership, creative direction or a dedication to what Breathe is trying to accomplish.
I’m no more a leader than I am a guitarist.
I’ve been invited into an incredible vision. Unfortunately it’s only incredible if I actually pick it up and play. Something I haven’t yet done.
My prayer is that as Breathe moves forward, I don’t allow the vision to sit, looking pretty, but making not a sound.