As I watched my children get excited about Christmas this year it brought back memories of my own over excited anticipation when I was young, and how magical it was to believe in something like Santa Claus. Of course as you get older the experience changes and whilst Christmas is still a wonderful time it is not for the same mystical reasons as when you were a child.
That also got me thinking about my experiences as a manager and how when I first started out I had similar idealistic views about the senior managers and executives I worked for. They always seemed to be so knowledgeable about the company and the industry in which it operated, inspiring such confidence and self belief that you felt you were a part of something great. Sure there were set backs but that was never anyone’s fault and still you felt that the companies destiny was in the hands of what appeared to be these management gods.
But as I progressed in my career and climbed the management ladder, I gradually started to feel like the magicians assistant - privy to the sleight of hand that was sold to the audience as magic. The excuses became familiar and upon closer inspection were often more about protecting thier position than the success of the company. This was both a wonderful and sad realization. It was great learn that the path to senior management was not so herculean a task and indeed was even reachable for mere mortals like myself. But at the same time some sense of wonder was forever lost. Sometimes it is nicer to suspend reality and to hope that great managers really do inhabit a different world. But when you finally find out that they are little different to us mere mortals you realize just how slim the margins are for success, and that the secret is less a mystical ability and more practically down to honest hard work.
At times like that it is nice to reflect on more magical times when reindeer could fly and all I had to do was not be naughy.
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