How Leadership Transformed My Life

 

 

"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show."

- David Copperfield by Charles Dickens


To me, leadership is a way of life - a meaningful life. Although the term leadership is defined as “a leader of a group,” I would like to broaden this definition to include “a person who is in charge of one’s own life.” I must have the ability to take charge of my own life before it is possible to be a true leader for others and to succeed in life. Leadership entitles and defines much more than being the leader of a class project, or even being head of a powerful Fortune 500 company (although this has something to say about a person’s leadership skills). For this very reason, every one of us has the responsibility to become leaders of our own lives. Professor Bump had everyone in the class start our P2 projects with a Charles Dickens’ quote from his popular novel David Copperfield. This quote embodies my idea and definition of leadership precisely. It says that if I cannot become the hero of my own life, taking charge through all the ups and downs, I am giving somebody else the privilege to govern myself, giving up my rightful ownership and ability. 

 

[1] I have to be a hero of my own life.

 

From the minute I stepped my foot into kindergarten, I was brainwashed with the word “leadership”. It has been thoroughly engrained into my brain as something important, innovative and inspiring. Although I was encouraged from an early age to play “leader,” and was told of its importance until the day I graduated from high school, all thirteen years of it I overlooked the most important journey of all – searching for a leader within myself. The honor of being chosen nap fairy in kindergarten and being elected class president in high school is certainly an admirable aspect of leadership yet it does not encompass an “inner” leader. Until college I failed to see beyond the elementary teachings and definition of leadership.

 

[2] Even a nap fairy is a big leadership responsibility to a kindergartener.

 

My role as a leader (at least in the small sense) really picked up in high school. I was the leader of everything: president of National Honor Society, president of Science Club, Secretary of The Human Rights Organization, etc. (you get the idea). I was loved by all my teachers and respected by all my peers, was a straight ‘A’ student and graduated top 1% of my class. Soon enough my identity and sense of self was defined by those around me, through my achievements. Soon I was labeled as the “nice girl who is president of everything and makes amazing grades,” even by those who did not know me. And it was not long before that I started viewing myself in this light as well. I was so much more than this “perfect student,” yet I was “cling[ing] to [the] one dimension of [my] identity at the expense of… others”.[3] While I was honored to be regarded as a great student and “leader,” I knew something was missing at the very core. Defining myself as a leader in these terms left me feeling dull and boring. My life was no longer interesting because I allowed myself no room for imperfections or to simply be myself because I was worried that it would get in the way of the image that I had intricately constructed for myself over the years. What I did not know was that I was hindering myself from growing internally, and only building artificial “qualities” that everyone thought a respected leader should have. “So often we deny ourselves and others the full resources of our being simply because we’re in the habit of defining ourselves narrowly and defensively to begin with. Less flexible, less versatile, we inevitably end up being less helpful”. [4] I had built myself into a “perfect student machine” and anything else that got in the way of it made me afraid. I had let those around me define my sense of leadership, ultimately giving them control of my life. Ironically, I was a leader only by title while in all other aspects of my life I was nothing but a follower. I could not help myself or anybody around me when I was spreading my grounds too thin, trying to be pleasing to everyone. It was finally at this point I realized that I needed to do a lot of soul searching to find the inner leader hiding inside me, waiting to be found.

 

[5] I wanted to be more than an A+ student.

 

However, even after this groundbreaking discovery, I realized that old habits are hard to break. It was not easy to suddenly transform my perception of myself because over the years I had allowed other people’s perception of myself to become myself. As a result even I came to believe that this image was all that I was and ignored other aspects of myself. I lost the ability to forgive myself or to allow room for mistakes. My great sense of humor and creativity was overlooked by this massive presence of narrow minded self-specialization. Although everyone around me knew me as a respectable leader and a sociable person, it was only a façade in the absence of an inner leader. This realization left me feeling socially awkward and inept as ever.

 

It was not until college that I let my self perception grow and prosper. I gradually learned the skills of letting go of the past and renewing my leadership goals. Maybe it was due to all the pressure of high school but I am no longer my high strung self in college. I am tired of being the “perfect” student with nothing but straight ‘A’s. I feel the inner sparks of my rebelliousness and creativity creeping up on me everyday. I even skip class once in awhile, something that I would never have dreamed of in high school and this very idea of skipping class gets me nervously excited! Now I am able to disagree with teachers without the fear of a bad grade. The measurement of my success has no longer to do with grades but my awareness of the leader that I know I am. I can challenge other students’ opinions without the worries of being perceived as unkind or rude. If Dass had witnessed my awakening, he would have said that I had reached “a state of awareness that incorporates… all and yet is still able to rest behind” all my other identities. [6] I no longer wish to construct my identity vertically and narrowly but want it to prosper and grow horizontally and broadly. I am slowly breaking away from the mold that I created for myself in my earlier years and started to defy society’s definition of me. I no longer want to be defined into anything anyone says other than what I choose to define myself as. I realize that I am not constructed of just one identity but a variety, so numerous that I cannot put a number to. They are all me, the big and small, the good and bad. I was never that simple or easy. I had always been a complex individual; I am chameleon who is versatile and adaptable and open to new experiences, changes and challenges. Now I truly believe the most crucial step in becoming a leader (at least in my case) is not charisma or authority but having the courage for self-acceptance. Having courage means having the ability to believe in myself and proceed accordingly despite what everybody else thinks or tells me. It means embracing every part of myself, even the imperfections. In high school I had been so concerned about the opinions of those around me and because I was afraid of disappointing them I acted on their behalf, not mine. Now I focus solely upon myself when making decision that pertains to me and I firmly ground my foot and follow through despite their opinion.

 

[7] My college has extended my leadership skills beyond my imagination.

 

Sometimes leaving a comfortable setting can help build leadership in the right direction. When I first moved to Austin, I did not like this city. Thinking back on it now, it sounds crazy because this city is so bewilderingly beautiful. I use to dislike the narrow roads, the slow drivers, cracked sidewalks, dirty drag rats and crummy shopping centers. In other words, I could not stand this city’s imperfections. Compared to the Dallas suburbia I grew up, with its perfect green lawns and perfect houses, Austin’s cracked sidewalks did nothing but stub my toes. I was still struggling with the idea of accepting imperfections and I not only disliked this in myself but also in my surroundings. It was shocking to me that I disliked my surroundings because of my dislike for my own imperfections. I cannot pinpoint the first moment I found Austin’s eccentricity endearing but “I could comprehend the feeling, and share both its strength and truth. I saw the fascination of the locality”. [8] I realized that the imperfections were what made this city so perfect in the first place. I related the feelings of the city to myself, and again I realized that my insecurities, selfish desires and idiosyncrasies were what made myself “me,” and that in itself is perfection. 

 

[9] Austin, Texas. I cannot believe this is the town I once disliked.

 

Despite my revolutionary realization of self, at times I still find myself questioning my happiness because I am discontent with an aspect of my life. It is at times like these I ask myself questions that Bathsheba asked herself when she was struggling: “Can a man fooled to utter heartburning find a reason for being merry? If I have lost, how can I be as if I had won?” [10] Habits are hard to break and I cannot always find myself happy in my situation or my environment but I can still choose to focus on the good parts it has to offer. When I found myself feeling down I would go home to Dallas to ease my sorrow but soon enough I found myself slowly adapting to this new city. These days when feeling gloomy I try to find something about the day that I found appreciative. I encourage myself to see the good in myself and be grateful for them. No longer am I a victim of my environment but a leader, an inner leader, who learns to appreciate myself in the surroundings I find myself in. This makes it easier for me to solve all sorts of difficulties that I face at school, work and in personal relationships. 

 

The greatest personal difficulty was I faced was with a roommate my freshman year of college. Being mere acquaintances made it more difficult to raise confrontational issues than it would have if she were a good friend or even a total stranger. Not only did my roommate eat and take my things without permission but she was disrespectful. The incident that brought it over the top was her boyfriend who became a live-in boyfriend in our cramped one bedroom apartment. He lived in our apartment for a whole two months until our lease expired. Having him over, obviously, was a great inconvenience to me. Although I consider myself to be a pretty amiable person, I could feel a sense of rage rise up within me and I could not take it any longer. I had to take charge and speak up for myself. What made this “emotion so overpowering was – how shall I define it – the moral shock I received, as if something altogether monstrous, intolerable to thought and odious to the soul had been thrust upon me unexpectedly”. [11] After weeks of feeling like a stranger in my own home, forced to sleep in the same bedroom with a male stranger and having to be fully dressed all the time in my own house, I finally found it intolerable. Something inside me had definitely awakened and as I shouted my first angry words at her, I felt my soul renewed. I realized, that although it may not be the nicest thing to do, as an inner leader, I had to muster up the courage to stand up for myself. And that is exactly what I did.

 

This incident brought out no more tolerance to uncomfortable situations I found myself in once in awhile, where in order to gain everybody’s favor I would be nice despite what I really wanted to say. I was so concerned about getting their feelings hurt. “Sometimes, we strike into the skirting mud, to avoid the stones that clatter us and shake us, and sometimes we stick in ruts and sloughs there. The agony of our impatience is then so great, that in our wild alarm and hurry we are for getting out and running – hiding – doing anything but stopping”. [12] I no longer wanted to run away from my problems or overlook them. I was going to tell it like it is and no longer create messy situations, skirting through the mud, ruining my own convenience to avoid an issue that needs to be faced. This attitude helps me a lot not only within the boundaries of school but in life. I have made better friends with stronger bonds than I ever have before and learned to voice my opinion in difficult situations. I learned that being a leader and having successful leadership skills does not only apply in a working environment or in the classroom. It does not only pertain to organizations and clubs with hundreds of group members. A true leader is a leader who has authority over oneself and has the power to govern in the fullest extent.

 

[13] Leadership is the most important skill in life.

 

I can say that I am a much happier person now than I was a couple years ago. Sure, my grades are not perfect and I am not referred to the “nice girl” as I was before. But I can live without that. I have learned to do what is best for myself regardless of the society and the people around me. This does not mean that I do not listen to anyone or refrain from listening to their opinions. I have a group of close friends and mentors that I hold dear to my heart and I take their life experiences seriously to learn and expand upon. After all, “No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence”. [14] Leadership is also learning how to balance myself and those around me, however, in the end the decision should be based upon what is best for me.

 

I still have a long ways to go and a lot to live and learn. Although I am stepping out of school as a college graduate, I have no distinct plans on when and where my life’s journeys will take me. If it were a couple years ago I would have passed out with a heart attack by now but now that I have all the self-confidence and reassurance in myself I am more relaxed than ever. I am excited about what life has to bring for me after college. I conquered my fears of failure and imperfection and I have no doubt in my mind that I can be a useful leader in this society as I have been for myself.

 

P1B Total Word Count: 2,560

P1A Total Word Count: 2,188

P1A Word Count without quotes: 1,934

P1B Word Count without quotes: 2,306



[1] http://www.mables.com/halloween/products/super-hero-costume.jpg

[2] http://www.lettersfortots.com/images/tooth_fairy.gif

[3] Dass and Gorman, How Can I Help?. The Victorian Novel, ed. Jerome Bump. Austin: Jenn’s Copy and Binding, 2007. 96.

[4] Dass and Gorman, How Can I Help?. The Victorian Novel, ed. Jerome Bump. Austin: Jenn’s Copy and Binding, 2007. 97.

 

[5] http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/IMZ/IMZ171/tow0011.jpg

[6] Dass and Gorman, How Can I Help?. The Victorian Novel, ed. Jerome Bump. Austin: Jenn’s Copy and Binding, 2007. 98.

[7] http://www.nyu.edu/classes/siva/archives/college-sports-texas-longhorns-blanket.gif

[8] Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre. Norton Critical Edition, ed. Richard J. Dunn. New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 2001. 298.

[9] http://www.austin-tx-dwi.com/images/downtown-austin

[10] Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd. Norton Critical Edition, ed. Robert C. Schweik. New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 1986. 159.

 

[11] Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness. Norton Critical Edition, ed. Paul B. Armstrong. New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 2006. 64.

[12] Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities. Penguin Books, ed. Richard Maxwell. England: Penguin Books, Ltd., 2003. 371.

[13] http://www.trainingsupervisor.net/wp-content/uploads/Image/leadership.jpg

[14] George Eliot, Romola. Modern Library Classics, ed. Robert Kiely. New York: Random House, Inc., 2003. 389.