21 August 2017
Admitting I was wrong is good for me
I fucked up at work today. Granted, it was nothing particularly bad, but I made a mistake nonetheless.
I don’t know about you, but the smaller the mistake the more likely I am to make up some kind of excuse, to cover it up, or even to ignore it entirely and hope it goes away. I find it harder to do this with bigger mistakes, as the evidence of my guilt becomes harder and harder to refute.
However, I’ve recently been training myself to take more ownership of my decisions and actions. As soon as I made the cock-up I put my hand up and admitted my wrongdoing. I explained clearly what had gone wrong and how and - crucially - what I was going to do to fix it.
Management didn’t bat an eyelid. “Okay, not a problem. Let’s move on.”
If I think bad to the hundreds of times I’ve taken the opposite approach it’s easy to see the occasions where a small lie or cover up has soon spiralled into something much bigger than it needed to be. Or the times when I shifted blame and done lasting damage to relationships.
But thinking of all the times where I took ownership, I can honestly say that nothing bad has ever come of it. In fact, I’ve always grown, making sure to learn from my mistake. And if I think of all the times when someone has taken ownership of a mistake that affected me, it’s always given me a new-found respect for them and put points in the trust jar.
Thanks to Jocko and Leif for pointing me in the right direction.