I sat on this one for a long time before writing it, because the honest version required admitting something uncomfortable: the erasure wasn't done to me. I helped it happen. I had the idea, said it once, softly, and then treated having said it as the same thing as having communicated it. It isn't.
The anger in this piece is real, and I stand by it. But the useful part is underneath the anger, in the small, unglamorous habit of putting your name next to a thought in writing before you release it into a room.
I'd like to hear from you: have you watched an idea of yours win without you? And looking back, was there a moment before the meeting where you could have anchored it, and chose not to because it felt like bragging?
I sat on this one for a long time before writing it, because the honest version required admitting something uncomfortable: the erasure wasn't done to me. I helped it happen. I had the idea, said it once, softly, and then treated having said it as the same thing as having communicated it. It isn't.
The anger in this piece is real, and I stand by it. But the useful part is underneath the anger, in the small, unglamorous habit of putting your name next to a thought in writing before you release it into a room.
I'd like to hear from you: have you watched an idea of yours win without you? And looking back, was there a moment before the meeting where you could have anchored it, and chose not to because it felt like bragging?