Way back, during one of my winery gigs, we received training in one of the popular time management systems of the day. Doesn't matter which one.
The concept that really stuck with me was the emotional bank account. In our lives, we make deposits to that account when we give of ourselves to our families, our communities and to the world in general. We also make withdrawals. Face it, we do. There are times when we act solely in our own interests despite potential fallout.
The hope is that there is always a positive balance in that account. I hear that the overdraft charges are way unreasonable.
What's weighing on my brain today is what happens when one of the "good" activities that is undertaken to make those deposits turns out to be costly. When it becomes a downer that affects individual, family, job and maybe even health.
The answer, on the surface, appears so very obvious. If only it were that easy.
Abandoning the activity, in this instance (yes, I'm talking about something that I do in my community), leaves behind 7 years of attempting to gain the trust of a group of people. I believe that I have been somewhat successful in that. Bummer is that forces beyond my control make it hard for me to continue to deliver them anything.
I've made my decision. Thanks for your help!
In trying to maintain balance in my life, I give of my time to a local non-profit organization that provides housing for senior citizens. My reward is that I gain experience that helps me in my fiduciary role. In turn, my fiduciary expertise adds to our management conversation.
Recently, a local health professional (in the spirit of advocacy) has taken up the cause for some of our clients that have some complaints about the way our organization is run. As a member of the board it is easy to take offense at an outsider confronting us with accusations and some board members have struggled with this situation.
I am pleased to report that others have responded differently and a new determination to make improvements has emerged. Let us be reminded that a knife is sharpened by contact with a stone. Toss a few rocks in our direction and watch us work, as would skilled surgeons, to bring healing to our community.
Don the Trustee
When my mother passed very suddenly some 16 years ago, I worked as a trustee for the first time. Her trust contained walnut orchards, peach orchards and a small vineyard. One of the properties was within the sphere of influence of the adjacent city and I dove in with the neighbors and started working on annexation. Loved this work back then and still find it very satisfying today.