Twice
in my professional working life I experienced two dark times, and the results
were as unexpected as they were confounding.
The
year 1987 was a trifecta of convulsions. My father died suddenly in March,
leaving behind a business that was a colossal mess. My church figuratively blew
up in June. Then my job blew up in October, and I walked away from what many
considered the best part of the company to work for.
A
little over twenty years later, my job blew up – and for all the wrong reasons.
Success in doing new things had outstripped the organization’s ability to deal
with it, and so the team was broken apart.
Both
situations led to self-doubt, loss of sleep, emotional turmoil, and ruptured
relationships. For a time, it all looked dark.
In
the first situation, within two short months in a different job in the company,
a job that several people had turned down because it was largely about dealing
with negative stuff, I realized I had walked into the equivalent of a
professional gold mine. I had really good people working for me, and huge
opportunities in front of us. I simply had not expected anything like this. A
lot of work, yes, and dealing with negative stuff, yes, but the opportunity to
change an industry? How did that happen?
I
did some of the best work of my career. What we accomplished won national
recognition and awards.
In
the second situation, the critical thing was to keep as much of the team intact
and functional as possible. Which we did, but it would never function like the
old team had. Some people left, others were dispersed, but enough of the
understanding and philosophy of work survived to allow people to continue to
flourish.
But
also born during this time was my decision to publish this crazy manuscript I
had been playing with for three or four years. Eventually, that decision led to
the publication of Dancing
Priest and its sequel, A
Light Shining; becoming involved with poetry (and a new book – due out this
December – Poetry at Work); and writing
for The High Calling and Tweetspeak Poetry. None of that could
have been foreseen at the time.
I’m
doing some of the best writing of my life.
My
purpose here isn’t to celebrate the dark times. They are awful to experience.
But what came from them was something better, something I never would have believed
possible, something I never would have imagined.
What
came was creativity and accomplishment.
Over
at Tweetspeak
Poetry, we’ve been discussing Spin:
Taking Your Creativity to the Nth Degree by Claire Burge. One of the
questions Burge asks is, what dark places have developed your creativity? To
see the discussion and the questions others answered, please visit
the site.
Photograph by Emma Ivanova via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
3 comments:
It's wonderful to read your creative writing and your nonfiction writing. So pleased these opportunities came your way and that I found my way to your writing.
Things that we will not see in the light, can sometimes gain our attention in darkness.
I think that there is darkness in our light times, and light in our dark times. There is one that we don't want to see, and the other is hard to see.
Encouraged Glynn. Thanks!
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