Recently I was asked about commitment.
[I have this “Spirit of the Stairs” situation right now, where you come out from an important session and realise that you didn't say the right thing.
Kind of like fumbling your elevator pitch in those crucial three minutes.
“What were you thinking? You knew all the answers! You could have said that and aced it!”
Anybody who has fumbled in a key interaction would know the feeling.
This is my rant to get out of that feeling.]
To me commitment is not staying with something because it pays for your huge house (most parts of which you don't even see daily or which you don't inhabit) or the fancy car (that has friends drooling, but you know what its costing you) or the perks or the gleaming corner office.
To me commitment is staying with something because it has meaning for you, even when the going is tough and some days you can’t see yourself inch forward.
It is not looking sideways or behind but straight ahead, come what may.
It is the grind sans the glitter, when you don't even know if there is a pot of gold at the end of it all.
It is when you press on during difficult times.
It is when your conviction pulls your people closer to get something done, and they come along with you because they believe in your vision.
It is when you go to sleep at night and don't have to dumb down any conscience pricks.
It is when you can tell yourself that you did your best at the end of the day.
It is about spending minutes in spurts of 60 strong seconds, being fully present and not wishing to be elsewhere.