I remember my professor slapping a label on me, descriptive of what he saw, and subsequently used by me, as "Yeah, sure!" For my style to that point, I was missing only the label, the elegant formula. Everyone should find their label, the intellectual tattoo. It can be fate-threatening ("Born to Kill"), or life-defining ("Stem-winder"--that's me!).
Harry Moran was a great principal. He always started the assemblies (in the 7th grade, Main junior high, Mishawaka) with intellectual cheers. Looking over the top of his pince-nez, "Alright now, all together: What's initiative?"
"Do the right thing at the right time at the right place with the right spirit without being told!"
"Not loud enough! I can't hear you! Again!"
"DO THE RIGHT THING AT THE RIGHT TIME AT THE RIGHT PLACE WITH THE RIGHT SPIRIT WITHOUT BEING TOLD!!" There were others such cheers. I wish I had the list.
Branded for life, or, rather, HOUNDED for life!
When the exercise class is canceled, initiative takes over. You exercise alone, and become a self-starter, and continue the schedule, every MWF. It's with me still.
And how have I used "initiative", defined for me by that principal? (Take a lickin' and keep on tickin'.)
Start a community forum. Direct a play. Start a town hall. Start a conversation. Write a libretto. Bake your own bread. Design a web site. Learn word-processing. Change houses. Build a cabin. Refi. Control diabetes. There is no end. Oh, except.......
(Last updated on June 15, 2006 )