“Fix the pothole!” Someone placed a homemade sign on the median, next to the left lane in the street. I had just enough time to think, “What pothole?” and thud, there it was. Truly I wished they had placed it a little further in advance of said pothole (or maybe I should have been driving a bit slower), but nonetheless, I appreciated the effort.
Years later, I invited a group of people over for lunch and shared my concerns about a bunch of entrepreneurial types going it alone. I thought it might be helpful to get together to support each other. Even if we were all doing different things, there were enough commonalities that we could warn each other of where the potholes were. While they thought it was a good idea, they said they didn’t want one more regularly scheduled meeting. So at the end of lunch, I asked if they wanted to get together again. They did. At the end of that get together and all the following ones, we planned the next date. We ended up meeting about once a month for 4 ½ years. We shared our aspirations, our frustrations, our successes, our setbacks. We didn’t really have answers for each other, but held a space to listen, to reflect, and encourage.
My time with that tribe eventually ended when I moved away. However, I have a new group that I meet with on a regular basis. I appreciate the camaraderie and the sharing of ideas that are birthed from the conversation.
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