Perspective changes everything
This week has been anything but quiet.
I co-facilitated a focus group workshop.
Reflected on it, debriefed with colleagues, and began preparing for the next one.
Planned for a massive community event happening this weekend.
Mapped out facilitation for a youth leadership event the weekend after that.
Presented a workforce design to an organisation.
Worked with several of its members to navigate the very human challenges of change.
Created an outline for another planned workshop in a month’s time.
And somewhere in the middle of all that, two vastly different messages landed in my lap.
One: a message from a friend, upset and hurt, asking if I was ignoring him — and suggesting it might be because of his background.
The other: a couple of messages on social media from ex-colleagues, simply saying, “I love your perspectives.”
These messages stopped me. Not because of their content — but because of their timing.
They reminded me that even in the rush, we are being witnessed.
Our words, or lack thereof, land somewhere.
Our presence matters as much as our absence.
And that led me to this deeper truth: Perspective changes everything.
Same week. Different lens.
With everything going on, I could have told myself I was overwhelmed.
And if I’m honest, I did feel that way — briefly.
🚁 But then I stepped back (Hover).
⏸️ Took stock (Hold).
🎯 Reframed (Harness).
And what I saw was something different:
I saw opportunities to contribute in spaces that matter.
I saw people — everyday people — trying to show up, do better and make a difference.
I saw how conclusions are often drawn in the absence of contact, context or clarity.
I saw trust placed in me — not because I have all the answers, but because I bring a perspective that helps shift the conversation.
The work is real. The load is real. But so is the purpose.
And that changes everything.
When perspective shifts, so does the story
The workshop reminded me just how differently people see the same issues.
Age, role, life experience — all of it shapes the lens.
We rarely look at something from one angle and see the full picture.
The same applied in my personal life.
When I met up with my friend — the one who thought I was being discriminatory — I calmly explained what I’d already shared with him via text.
He paused. He smiled. He apologised.
And then he pulled me in for one of those big, healing man-hugs.
That moment taught me this: Sometimes the truth isn’t found by looking harder — it’s found by looking from a different place.
That’s the beauty of perspective.
It doesn’t erase the chaos. It just gives it shape, meaning — and sometimes, even a bit of grace.
Final thought: The week was loud. But the insight was quiet.
If there’s one thread tying everything together this week, it’s this:
Perspective is a powerful thing.
👉🏽 It’s what lets us turn heavy weeks into meaningful ones.
👉🏽 It’s what helps us lead without losing ourselves.
👉🏽 It’s what allows the same situation to teach us different lessons — depending on how we look at it.
So no, it wasn’t a quiet week. But it was a clarifying one. And I’ll take clarity over calm any day.
And amidst all of this, I stood alongside others at a rally — calling for justice, grieving the pain of innocent lives lost, nay taken.
It reminded me that our personal clarity doesn’t mean turning away from global realities.
In fact, it makes it more important that we keep our lens focused — on what matters and who needs us to care. Perspective.
👣 What about you?
What perspective are you carrying into this season?
And when things get full — what helps you shift your lens?
If this resonated, share it with someone who needs a reframe.
