I'm late. This was due Monday. It's Wednesday at 5:20 and I'm just making it happen. That's not like me, but this week it's what I needed to do. It's not because of time and the inability to get it done, but because I'm sitting in a fast paced funk of a leadership stint where things are completely out of my control and they are damaging to my heart and soul. The things I really need to share are not able to be shared. So for that, I'm sorry. You'll just have to sit in the funk with me and know the place I'm talking about from your own experiences as a leader. It's the funk that is lonely and isolating because you can't speak. Those are the rules. You can't create narrative. You can't act. You can't inform. You can't protect and defend. That's a funky place we hate to be. It's counter to what we are meant to do. It drives us crazy. It's also ironic that my last post was about not wanting to always s...