You might see these terms when you hear the word viable in the workplace. In a product world you hear MVP all the time and it isn’t for Most Valuable Player even though when you look at it sometimes the Minimum Viable Product can be a valuable resource in the long run to get a job done.
What really is Viable though to each person? Is it the ability to work collaboratively with one another? Is it the overall intent to bring harmony to a project? Or is it just a way to get a product out the door and into the hands of the consumer-MVP.
Viable is different for each and each needs to find the answer. I live in a world of MVPs daily.
I sit on conference calls a lot and when I speak up at times I don’t know if people are listening or grasping for things to do while I talk. Have I been heard?
In another situation silence makes you wonder if what you have said means you’ve been heard.
I often try to talk to my adult college age child about important matters (i.e. Scholarship deadlines, money, life plans, choices) and wonder- have I been heard.
There are times when I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs just to see if anyone will react because I am invisible to them and unheard.
What does it take to be heard nowadays? Does it take people to fight in the streets, post ridiculous media segments, protest for a cause that is only one sided or be part of something you know is not within your moral ground. Is that what it takes to be heard? If it is- I’d rather be silent.
Every now and then we go back in time, does anyone know what I mean? A smell, a song, a familiar sight it doesn’t matter what it is but we are taken back. Several things take me back to my childhood and don’t get me wrong it wasn’t all sunshine and roses but I do remember the happy moments most- I think we all do in some way.
My best moments to remember are playing at the beach near the lake, taking walks in the woods near the river or lake with my boyfriend, or playing in the front yard. As a child I loved to make forts out of blankets and believing I were in some other country. I am not a camper so this was the closest thing I ever got to really camping and it was perfectly fine with me. Other moments were playing with my Adventure People. Loved them. So many adventures and careers I pretended to be: EMT, Nurse, Rock Climber, Marine Life Rescue Worker, the list can go on- I had a great imagination. I also can’t leave out playing with Evil Kanevil and Dary Daring. I guess growing up in the mountains with your friends spread out throughout the Lake Tahoe basin it was hard to always get to their houses and one needed to be creative and learn to use their imagination.
If you were to ask a GenX or GenY what they did, the answer would be different. I’m glad I was able to have fun, experience the outside and live. Your mind is an endless creative way to socialize even if it is with toys and the memories you create are lasting.
Most people have some sort of suitcase they carry around. It may not be a travel bag with wheels and a handle. It may be a duffle bag, a backpack, or a military grade rucksack- but it is still similar to a suitcase.
It goes places, sees things, knows things. I’ve always wondered what my suitcase would say if it could talk. Did it have a horrible flight like I did? Was it squeezed in between two other suitcases big and small under the plane as I in the main cabin? How was the cleaning service in the room while I was downstairs in the meeting- did anyone disturb anything? If only my suitcase could tell me.
For now me though, my suitcase and I will continue to travel around until we can take a break or rest. It will keep its secrets of travel and I will continue with my adventures one location at a time.
Rain is refreshing. It cleanses the soul and heals the pain that you may be feeling. As a child whenever it rained I use to think that it was the tears of those in heaven crying for us on Earth. Now that I am older and I look around at all the pain and suffering that happens around us, maybe as a child I wasn’t that far off. Maybe in someway it is tears from heaven trying to heal the hurt and pain here.
So much destruction and anger goes in each day that we forget to be kind, good, and true to each other. We need more of that in our world. I’m glad that it is raining today. It helps me to cleanse my soul of the bad and begin to heal once again. Hopefully it helps others too.
When we share information and intimate details there is the expectation that the other person is listening, showing empathy, genuinely caring about what is being shared. However, that doesn’t always happen. We are sometimes mistaken and find they aren’t really paying attention to what we are saying at all. It is disconcerting to find that a conversation important to us is nothing to them. It makes us shutdown, turn away, close them out. It shouldn’t but their reactions speak louder than words.
There is a bit of hope and solitude that comes with these days and these feelings. We run. We find our inner peace and bear down. Yes it hurts that they don’t share the same world with us and we will have to figure out a way to help them see the light, but for moments in time where we need to just find some peace in the world from their lack of reality- we run.
It is better to have peace and calm within yourself than to have worry and angst over their reactions.