It’s been a great strength that my father didn’t seem to notice I was a girl – back in the day when girls were supposed to be…well, girls. That lack of distinction set the precedent for me to put my chin up, stride forward in both the army and in business.
“Fetch me a crescent wrench,” he’d call.
“Hold this light on the wires,” he’d say.
“Adjusting the carburetor on a lawn mower is no big deal. When you’ve figured out this one, you can fix those other three mowers right over there,” he’d say as he walked off.
“Backing up a flatbed trailer is no big deal.” Oh wait, that is another story for another day.
Not only did I learn that my two hands were capable of getting things done, I learned that the right tool for the right job was essential.
As a productivity coach, I can tell you that nothing has changed in that last sentence from then until today.
Until next time…