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Learning to Lose

My leadership class and I organized our third rally today. To be honest, these rallies just keep getting better. The first was horrible, the second was better, and the third was successful! Ironically, the less I worry about the events we put on, the more my students take on the responsibility and shine in the way this class is meant to make them shine. It's humbling to find that leadership is just as much about trust as it is about clear direction for those who follow you.

I've only recently found this out, and it didn't come because I chose it. I simply got too tired to continue trying to micromanage the class. It would be unfair to judge me flatly, because it is my first year taking on the responsibilities this class requires. All the same, I am humbled by what letting go has meant to all of us: I see them taking risks and growing, and working through frustration with grace; and I see myself having a much more enjoyable time, and-- most important-- trusting them more.

Ultimately, I'm learning just as much about leadership as they are, if not more. Truth be told, we're all learning, but I have to say this rally is the highlight of the year so far. Things are going great.
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