Not so long ago, I was invited to attend an Executive Personal Brand workshop, designed to help leaders distinguish themselves. Always disdainful of corporate events (because of their tendency to crush individuality and cultivate conformity), I only went along because it was a day out of the office. Predictably, we began with infantile mirroring behaviour exercises and I instantly switched off, preferring the hypnotic charms of the riverside view. However, my interest was piqued when we returned from lunch to find the conference table strewn with a range of photographs. The facilitator instructed us to select three images that represented our personal brand and make a short presentation to the group.
I studied the photographs carefully, before selecting images that depicted me as a leader with the ability to unlock potential in others and who regularly reminded people that life was meant to be fun. I was so sure of my choices that I volunteered to be the first in the group to make a presentation. All went well and I returned to my seat with the group’s applause ringing in my ears. However, just before I sat down, I heard an inner voice clearly say, “You’re not doing any of those things in your current role”. The message stopped me in my tracks. It was certainly true. Although I was in a leadership position, it didn’t accommodate any expression of my true self. Feeling deeply unsettled, I spent the rest of the afternoon reflecting on the implications of this epiphany.
Knowing God as I did, I suspected change was imminent, so I asked Him for guidance. He counselled me to prepare for departure, but advised against finding a new position. Naturally, I assumed this meant He was sending me an unsolicited opportunity, so I did nothing. Four months later, I was made redundant. It’s fair to say that this unexpected calamity precipitated the nadir of my existence. I had never known despair like it. I tumbled from the mountaintop and headed straight into the abyss. But even as I trembled with rage (at God) and fear (at my prospects), I knew this was not a chance event. It had been orchestrated by a God who was determined I fulfil my true potential. He forced me to the negotiating table and I eventually acquiesced to His plan, even when I didn’t understand it.

I’d love to finish by telling you that I’m now fulfilling my true potential, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. However, a time will come when I’ll marvel at the turn of events and thank God for his intervention. Until then, I have the satisfaction of knowing that I’m on my way.
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