Two weeks ago, we went around the room in my men’s group and shared what we can see in each other that we can benefit from. Someone told me I have a gift of administration. Eek. Run away fast! That’s not something I was looking forward to hearing.
“Administration” means dry responsibilities to me. Probably just a mental association glitch. It’s true that I feel compelled to clarify more than most people, and I am a serious stickler for details. But that doesn’t mean I want to… run… things… oh. Wait. Maybe I do. I like overseeing things because I see far too many people skipping details or forgetting to ask important questions or neglecting to email summaries of meetings because they don’t do it immediately.
Ultimately, I hate it when information falls between the cracks because someone didn’t mention it, journal it, email it, or clarify it. I really care about quality. I really care about understanding between different people and groups of people. I.. guess… I’m… just… weird. [shrugs]
The term “administration” just sounds so anti-creative to me. I’ve always pictured myself as a creative, poetic soul. Well, until the past few years. Suddenly my poeticalness (new word) dried up and my desire for solid structure has taken over. I’m like a well-ordered Mr. Hyde. Well, not exactly. I’m one of those selectively ordered types.
My wife will attest that I do not organize bills, mail, or the garage with any sense of pride or consistency. But emails, communication, plans, goals? I’m on it.
What does that mean?