I have made a career out of change. In the early days, I worked with Fortune 500 companies, guiding them through gut-wrenching mergers and spin-offs. I co-founded a firm exclusively employing MBA moms, long before flexible schedules were fashionable. And I was there, in a front row seat, when Andersen imploded after the Enron scandal.
I’ve picked up and moved more than once, learning to adapt to—and love—Chicago, Washington DC and now Los Angeles.
Yes, I have prided myself on change.
But this week, not so much.
I finally bit the bullet and hired myself a technology wizard. I searched long and hard to find her—she asked me all those great consultant questions about my business, my vision and how I actually worked day-to-day. She trolled through my systems, made pointed suggestions and we crafted a plan. And last week we pulled the trigger.
It worked! Sure there were a couple of glitches, but 99% of everything operated just like she said it would. And now I’m saving a chunk of time—probably five hours a week—at least.
But did I spend the week whistling about the extra time we created? Nope, I spent it grumbling (thankfully mostly to myself) because I had to learn some new ways to work to be more efficient.
Yep, the thing I most urge my clients to do—that very thing that I perhaps most pride myself on—was excruciatingly, horrifyingly challenging.
I suspect my subconscious knew this and that’s why I waited about a year too long to make the change. That’s 5 hours a week x 52 weeks—I dare not do the math on what else I could have done with that huge block of time.
So, what did this great increase in efficiency cost me? Some coin—which I’ll make up in the first week or two—and some brief moments of cussedness when I couldn’t find what I needed.
One week of grumbling for 250+ hours of newfound time. I’ll take that trade-off any day.
Note to self: walk your talk. Change is good.