(What follows is a reflection of participating in Leadership Daytona 2022. Despite the beginning of this piece sounding like I was ungrateful for the opportunity, reserve your judgement until you finish reading, please.)
Only 30 people would be accepted into this year’s Leadership Daytona program (out of who knows how many applicants). According to the program’s website description, those accepted would “serve our community through active involvement resulting in positive contributions to the greater Volusia County area.” This was to be accomplished through three months of weekly four-hour meetings at various locations. The 30 individuals accepted into the program would meet with prominent community individuals from well-known businesses to receive “continuing education in leadership development and community awareness.”
When my supervisor first asked me what I thought about applying, my initial reaction (which I did not voice out loud) was, “No way!” ‘Leadership’ was never a word I planned on using to describe myself or making any kind of efforts to get closer to. Maybe it’s because my stressful childhood years conditioned me to be quiet, but I have become quite comfortable being in the background and going unnoticed.
However, multiple people at work and in my family encouraged me to embrace the opportunity. So, after spending a few hours one Friday morning assembling my application, I hit the Send button and hoped for the best. What was meant to be would be, right?
The following week, I received an email that I had been accepted. Yay, I guess? I was hopeful and starting to get used to the idea of what this experience would nurture in me, but I still had those butterflies.
Just in case you’re reading this and wondering what I was so afraid of, let me help put it into perspective:
Quiet, reserved 30-something who struggles with anxiety and constant self-doubt is plunged into a big ocean with 29 strangers for a program operated by the Daytona Beach Regional Chamber of Commerce.
These types of programs were made for people who are outgoing, natural connectors. People who love meeting other new people. People who aren’t crippled with sharp headaches when put on the spot for extended periods of time. People who can enter a room without first locating the closest Exit.
The first day of Leadership was a packed two hours spent getting to know our cohorts and reviewing the agenda for the next 12 weeks. Either my face betrayed me or the program’s director had great intuition, because she made sure to seat me at the front of the room as often as she could. I felt like a 4-year-old, wanting to dig my heels into the ground as I was pushed to the front and center.
Looking around the room that first day, I saw that I had a great opportunity to get to spend time with quite a few of the people I had known only through my work email. I could finally put names to the faces of people who worked for my company’s sponsors or community partners. The trepidation began to dissipate.
Unfortunately, that confidence would take a dip the next day when it was pointed out to me twice (in what I thought were not-so-nice ways) that I was clearly “the quiet one” in the group. Don’t get me wrong, I’m used to taking jabs about my quietness, but in a leadership program, being quiet isn’t exactly the best quality.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve never met a quiet leader. Leadership makes me think: loud, sure of self, outspoken, and not afraid to speak up.
None of those descriptors fit me; little old quiet me. And now it seemed the quietness that had helped me survive my childhood was coming back to bite me in the backside. I panicked. I drove home at the end of that day in tears. Why was I chosen for Leadership Daytona? I didn’t fit in there.
When I got home, my aunt (who lives across the street) happened to be outside at the same time. She had remembered it was my first day of Leadership and came across the street to meet me. After seeing my expression full of defeat and doubt, she spent the next 25 minutes giving me a good, strong pep talk, reminding me that I was chosen for this opportunity for a reason and because the ‘higher ups’ at work felt I was a good fit for the program.
Long story short, I stuck it out. And I’m glad I did because it did get a lot better. At the beginning of each session, I walked in with hope and mentally pushed my doubts aside. I concentrated on taking notes of where I could put to use what I was learning and I always tried to have a question for whoever the day’s speaker was. I met a lot of well-known businesses and individuals, had access to opportunities I wouldn’t have had otherwise, and came away stronger at the end of each session.
In fact, I think my favorite day was ‘Advocacy Day,’ which entailed all of us meeting at Daytona’s City Hall to hear from local city officials and Florida Senator Tom Wright. He only had a short time to speak, and he spent most of it talking about his accomplishments. It was clear he was quite involved with ‘youth,’ but not with children birth – five years old. As someone who works for an early learning nonprofit, this irked me. (Let me just say one thing before I get off my soapbox: there is not enough emphasis put on the importance of investing in quality early learning programs. If you want to learn more, let’s talk!)
When Senator Wright asked if anyone had any questions, I shocked even myself when I felt my hand raise. Obviously I thanked him for the funds he’d allocated to the various youth programs, but then I asked what his plans were for our youngest citizens, noting that I worked for the Early Learning Coalition. His first answer was, “How much money do you need?”
As it turns out, he was already familiar with my company’s work, but having another bug put in his ear was what he needed to encourage me to file an Appropriations Act and contact his office to set up a meeting. (I did follow up with his office a few days later and since then, my company has actively been formulating a plan of action.)
When the 12 weeks came to an end, I was stuffed with new information and ready for our graduation. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to attend the graduation. It had to be postponed because of Hurricane Ian and the new date was scheduled for when I’d be in Vermont celebrating my grampa’s 90th birthday (which I wouldn’t have changed for the world). A week after I got home from Vermont, I ran into someone I had been in Leadership with.
He said, “Has anyone gotten in touch with you?”
I said, “About what?”
“The superlatives… you won one of them but I can’t remember which.”
My heart lurched as I remembered the categories we had all been asked to nominate someone for before our graduation.
Most Likely to Brighten Up Your Day
Most Likely to Be Leader of the Pack
Most Likely to Talk Your Ear Off (though Remain Interesting)
Most Likely to Be the Life of the Party
Most Likely to Quietly Take Over the World
I quickly sent an email to another cohort who would know the results. Thinking back to the day I was filling out my nominations, I remember thinking how funny it would be if I ended up winning Most Likely to Quietly Take Over the World.
At the end of the day, I took a quick peek at my email. My cohort had written back – to confirm my hunch that I had won Most Likely to Quietly Take Over the World.
At first, the only thing I could concentrate on was the fact that all 29 of my cohorts recognized me as “the quiet one” – was that a good thing or a bad thing? I practically had to smack myself upside the head as I realized, Duh! This is a good thing!
My cohorts thought I had what it took to take over the world. Or… you know… at least make significant moves in the community. And that was something to be proud of.
It also hit me that even though I had spent the duration of the program soaking up everything I could and trying to get to know my cohorts, I had wasted a lot of mental energy trying to prove to everyone else that I was in the right place even if I was the quiet one. Even if I didn’t believe it myself.
In the end, I learned I was the only one who had ever had any doubts about my leadership capabilities. I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s true.
It’s like the ending in The Wizard of Oz when Glinda says to Dorothy, “You’ve always had the power, my dear…”
The Scarecrow says, “Then why didn’t you tell her before?”
“Because she wouldn’t have believed me. She had to learn it for herself.”