I have Essential Thrombocytosis. It’s a rare type of chronic cancer.
I rarely say ‘cancer’ to describe it though. I say ‘blood disorder’ because it feels less likely to limit my – and other people’s – perceptions of the experience. The words matter.
I drink real coffee. Not instant. In my mind it is obvious that the difference is a) clear and b) important. The words don’t matter.
I have a job description which includes words like management and leadership. Often when the two are discussed, managers emerge as transactional robots while leaders are empowering, equipping visionaries.
I’m not a fan of comparing the terms or reserving them for people in roles defined as managers or leaders. Everyone leads someone or something. And everyone manages stuff.
Leading and managing is part of who we are as humans, just as having a chronic condition is part of who I am.
Words help explain the experience, but aren’t the limit of the experience.
Except when it comes to drinking coffee. I was wrong earlier when I said the words don’t matter; there is distance the size of the Nullabor Plain between the experience of instant vs real coffee.
That limit is real.