Team

Every year in October one part of my extended family has a big gathering at one of my uncle’s homes. And over the years, a certain routine in running that event has emerged – everyone has their role and by now it is a well oiled machine. Being one of the cousins I’m part of the group of people who move around all the furniture and set the tables.In the first year or two, it took us more than an hour to get everything set up. We now have it down to just about a quarter of an hour. (And since we still arrive at his place as if we needed almost two hours, there’s a lot of newly freed up time for merriment until the rest of the family arrives. It’s great.) And frankly – this is such a rush. I keep forgetting just how fun it is to be part of a team that smoothly works towards a common goal. And how much motivation it triggers for stuff that I wouldn’t normally care to do. I usually have no desire to move big heavy tables up and down a flight of stairs. It is actually rather fun when…