I thought if I didn’t manage everything, people, pace, outcomes, expectations - it would all fall apart.
So I tightened my grip. Corrected harder. Pushed more. All in the name of “being responsible.”
That wasn’t leadership.
That was anxiety trying to run the show.
Here’s the truth I finally had to face:
I am a Leader, not a Savior.
Saviors don’t build men. They rescue them from the very pressure that forges them. Leaders step back and let consequence do its holy work.
The day I stopped trying to engineer who people should be and started honoring who they choose to be, my life got lighter. My relationships got cleaner. My spirit got quieter and stronger at the same damn time.
The greatest flex isn’t control.
The greatest flex is restraint.
Letting a man own his choices - wins, losses, scars and all… that’s real power.
Face The Arc.
RAH-KAI.