Written by Jacob Ibrag
I’m not sure where this is going. Everyone seems to have a clear opinion on the recent happenings. And to be honest, I don’t really know how to think about any of this.
I feel helpless, an emotion that seems to have made a home in me. I keep thinking about my loved ones. I keep thinking about everything I’ve neglected, like writing.
This virus feels like a wake up call. It’s like this nagging alarm clock that’s burrowed its way into my eardrums. And I would love to say that I have finally awoken, but that doesn’t seem to be true. I’m on autopilot mode, watching myself continuously walk into a closed door. I’m not even sure what’s on the other side, but I have this built in need to get there.
There are these responsibilities we all had and still have. There is an old way of doing them and this ever evolving path that may not have been forged yet. It’s strange and confusing.
My professor spoke about this earlier in the semester and how those in my future and I guess current profession are tasked with leading organizations through the VUCA world. A world encompassed in volatility, uncertainty, complexity, and ambiguity. And so, here we are. Ready or not, this is the current state of us.
I’m not sure how to be and act right now, but I guess that’s the point. There isn’t a carved road. There aren’t any answers. Beings from another planet aren’t coming to save us.
I’m on autopilot right now and maybe some of you are too, and I think that’s okay. We’re adjusting.
This quarantine and social distancing thing is new. I’m going to do my part and I hope all of you will too. I’m going to dive into my passions because maybe that’s how I’ll get to the other side of this door.
Take care of yourselves my friends. Let’s figure this out together.
Photo by Randy Jacob