The old saying goes that great leaders are born, not made.
What. A. Crock.
Needless to say, I completely disagree.
See, I was not born a leader. There was not, for nearly 29 years, a single bone in my body that ached – even a little – to lead others.
Not that I wanted to follow, per se. Though that’s often what we find to be the easiest path, isn’t it?
You follow. You work for others. You concede to your friends and family. You smile. You hide your quirks.
I was a follower for many years. This included the first two years of running my own business. I allowed my ideas to be stolen and steamrolled, my schedule to be determined by the client, my limitations to be tugged and poked and prodded until I stepped into unfamiliar, unwelcome territories.
That last one was when I finally said “enough is enough.” Not that I’m against learning or change. I’m all for being shoved out of the nest. I’m not a fan of being shoved off the cliff.
Something occurred to me: I work for no one but myself.
Suddenly, it was like all of these doors swung wide open. I don’t rely on my clients, my clients rely on me. Sure the money that they send me is great. It pays my bills. But no invoice amount is worth my sanity. I can find another client. I can find another job. I can do something that makes me happy, not crazy.
So I fired a bunch of people. I’d never fired anyone in my life. I didn’t know how. I poured over books and blogs and how to manuals. Nothing I read made me less uncomfortable about what I had to do.
That’s the thing I’m realizing about being a leader as I find myself warming to the role.
I might be uncomfortable firing people or interviewing potential clients or asking for someone to pay their damn invoice, but at the end of the day, I’m all I’ve got. I am…a leader. And I wasn’t born this way. I made myself.