Being INVITED to a table is an important gift.
It carries with it some understandings.
There’s nearly always a fleeting moment when I sit at a conference table as an INVITED person that I’ll glance around the table and think that my input must be valuable in order that I would be INVITED.
AND I think well of myself.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong about that.
I also experience a sense of being grateful.
AND then, those thoughts are quickly chased away, as I look around the room again and think…
Who is NOT here?
Who is NOT at the table and should be?
And WHY ARE THEY NOT HERE?
Finally, I become fairly convinced that there are others whose input would be more valuable than mine, at the table.
It carries with it some understandings.
There’s nearly always a fleeting moment when I sit at a conference table as an INVITED person that I’ll glance around the table and think that my input must be valuable in order that I would be INVITED.
AND I think well of myself.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong about that.
I also experience a sense of being grateful.
AND then, those thoughts are quickly chased away, as I look around the room again and think…
Who is NOT here?
Who is NOT at the table and should be?
And WHY ARE THEY NOT HERE?
Finally, I become fairly convinced that there are others whose input would be more valuable than mine, at the table.
And my last thought is, How can I step away from my chair and have them sit in it?
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