The Backpack

How to Understand and Manage Yourself While Loving Others Along the Way

Tim A. Gardner

• Publisher: Wiley
• Year: 2019
• Print ISBN:
  9781119576372
• Edition: 1
• eBook ISBN:
  9781119576396
• Topic: Business
• Subtopic: Leadership
• Index: Business

A guide for being fully equipped to succeed on the journey of life

The Backpack: How to Understand and Manage Yourself While Loving Others Along the Way tells the story of Jon, Sofia, and Buddy whose pathways merge on a life-changing flight. Written by a senior consultant with the Flippen Group (a world-wide leader in self-awareness training), the book brings together an angry passenger, a wise flight attendant, and a down-home cowboy. Their chance meeting leads to the ride of their lives as they fully grasp the importance and meaning of their backpacks.

As this engaging story reveals, self-awareness is like a backpack! If we are to be prepared to succeed on the journey of life, we need to know and accept which backpack is ours, decide what we need to put in it or take out of it, and be fully aware of how our backpacks are affecting all of the other passengers around us. The question is: Are we whacking the other passengers with our backpack as we travel through life. . . or are we helping them?

• Offers life lessons on self-awareness written in the form of a funny and engaging story
• Shows how we can lighten, fill and understand our "backpack" in order to lead a more successful life
• Written by a senior consultant with the Flippen Group

The Backpack offers a story that explores the concepts of self-awareness and other-awareness, including the importance of appreciating your personality, living by your core values, mentally preparing for your day, being aware of your impact on others and packing your backpack wisely.

Chapter 1

Jon was late.

Again.

And he was ticked off at everything and everyone.

Again.

He had already decided that this was not going to be a good day.

His flight was scheduled to leave at 8:05 a.m., which meant he wanted to be completely ready, backpack in hand, and walking out the door at 6:05. This was the plan he had laid out in his head the previous night. It would give him plenty of time to get to the airport, check in at valet parking, breeze through the TSA Precheck lane, grab a second cup of coffee from his favorite airport hotspot, and be at the gate in time for another look at his newly finished presentation and early boarding with his Frequent Flyer status.

As Jon had slipped into bed the night before, he had smiled. It was good to have a plan.

It was better to have status.

It was now 5:41. He was sitting on a stool in his closet, not smiling, and rubbing his aching foot. He was thinking about how he had not yet accomplished anything. This was not the plan at all. “How did this day get so screwed up already?”

As is often the case, it began with the alarm.

Jon's perfect plans had included a 5:15 wake‐up, a quick change into his workout clothes for 25 minutes on the elliptical, and 15 minutes to shower, shave, and dress. This should have left him a short buffer to pour a cup of coffee to go; snatch a banana from the basket that his wife, Grace, always kept stocked with fresh fruit; and grab his carry‐on and backpack as he headed out the door. He had even laid out his clothes, packed his bag and hauled it downstairs the night before so he wouldn't wake up Grace digging through the dresser early in the morning—as had happened many times before. He was proud of himself for being so thoughtful. All was set in order to get to the airport right on time.

The perfect plan.

He had heard his smartphone alarm at 5:39. That wasn't a phone glitch; his last thought before trying to close his eyes was, “Hey! I've packed my bags ahead of time. That gives me an extra 15 minutes to sleep!” Impulsively, Jon had changed the wake‐up time. He had justified that this extra sleep would make up for the time he had spent returning emails in bed—a task he had not accounted for in his planning. Now, even in his slow retreat from slumber as his feet hit the floor, he wondered where the other nine minutes went.

What didn't come slowly was his irritation over the fact that his plans were quickly going south.

“Okay, 10 minutes of a workout is still better than none. And I can shorten my shower,” he reasoned, as he unplugged his phone from the charger and headed for the bathroom.

“Ouch!” He tried to muffle his shriek as his bare foot stepped directly on top of the hard rubber bone that Dumbledore, their dog, had dropped by the bed immediately before joining Grace and Jon, panting and wagging his entire body as he nestled in for the night. (Where the 65‐pound fuzz‐ball slept when their 10‐year‐old daughter, Annalise, was gone to a sleepover was still a bone of contention.)

This bone happened to be the one of those dental toys with spikes! Jon glanced quickly at Grace's side of the bed, still not wanting to wake her, though that was becoming less of a concern as he thought, “Why does she have to let that idiot dog sleep with us, anyway? She knows I need to get in six hours of sleep and Dumbledore could make that difficult if not impossible!”

“From now on that dog is going in the crate whenever Annalise is gone,” he half‐mumbled. “And what the heck were they thinking when they bought that assault‐weapon dog toy? Obviously not about me!”

Jon limped into the bathroom and not‐so‐quietly closed the door.

As usual, his morning had started in a state of hurry. “Do it now” and “do it next” lists dominated his thoughts. Tension and stress already filled his body. The list of people and things he blamed for his quickly deteriorating morning was growing rapidly. The emotions he was carrying both in his brain and in his body were so fired up that he was rushing through his morning, completely unaware of anything around him.

So now Jon sat in his closet—with his aching foot and angry face—tense, frustrated, and more than 20 minutes behind what had been the perfect schedule.

No sense of wonder.

No sense of joy.

No sense of peace.

Not a grateful thought in his head.

His only sense was of pain. And his only thought was, “Why do all of these things always happen to me?”

As Jon rubbed his foot, he stared in confusion at the second thing he had stumbled over that young morning. In the middle of his limping‐hurry to the bathroom, he had tripped over anther object that, for some reason, was sitting in the middle of the closet doorway.

“How in the world did I get taken out by my own backpack?”

Chapter 2

Sofia had been “short called” two hours ago. She didn't mind. It was a clear expectation of the job—one that she planned for. In her job as a flight attendant, so many unplanned things occurred on a daily basis that she was used to being prepared for the unexpected. Some of her fellow flight crew members viewed their reserve‐line schedule as days off with a possibility of being interrupted by work; Sofia viewed them as work days with a possibility of being interrupted by a day off.

Over the years she had learned that realistic expectations were the key to avoiding disappointment, be it at work or home. She knew that if she packed a reserve day with activities that she or her family were looking forward to, only to have it all blown up because she was called to work, then they would all be let down at best. However, if she expected to work on a reserve day and chose to spend her pre‐work time getting a few things done or taking one of her grown children to lunch, then didn't get called in? Well, that was a bonus!

Sofia even had to admit that sometimes not getting called into work could be a disappointment. Her two kids were grown and out of the house and her husband, Scott, worked a normal schedule. This made her job all the more appealing. She was sure to meet interesting people, serve them, and keep them safe. It was a joy to her. She even viewed the occasional upset passenger or the people who treated her like a glorified waitress as welcome challenges.

“There's always a reason why people act like they do,” she knew. “Even when they themselves don't know the reason.”

On some short calls, Sofia had to pop out of bed and be at the airport on an hour's notice. On this fine morning, she had two hours' notice. “Another bonus,” Sofia thought gratefully. This allowed her to not have to short‐circuit her morning routine. She never skipped it; she simply had a modified version when the predictably unpredictable occurred. On occasion, Sofia entertained the thought of getting up at 3:00 a.m. on days she was on the early reserve line. That would mean she had time to get in her full “day prep,” as she called it, just in case the call came.

It didn't take much effort for Scott to persuade her to change her mind, especially since a 3:00 a.m. wake‐up time meant going to bed at 8:00 p.m. the night before. They both knew their unhurried morning routines were important because that time set the tone for the entire day. However, when discussing radical changes like this, Scott would say something like, “Let's not go all climb‐Kilimanjaro crazy,” or make some other goofy retort.

Scott was a dyed‐in‐the‐wool believer in discipline and commitment, but “lighten up, have fun, and don't take yourself too seriously” were among his core values. Scott and Sofia both knew that a clear awareness of your personal core values was critical for a purposeful, meaningful life. They helped you govern your thoughts and choices throughout any given day.

Why would they be important for companies and organizations and not individuals and families?

Sofia smiled as she thought of Scott. He was another thing to be grateful for. Daily.

She was also grateful for all she had learned over the years and, more importantly, applied to her life. For example, Sofia knew that it didn't matter if the short call came with one or two hours notice, waking her from a dead sleep or interrupting lunch with a friend, her expectations were always aligned with reality, so her reality would not become disappointment. She had learned a formula in a relationship book and it had always stuck with her: If E > R, then R = D.¹

If your expectations (E) are greater than your reality (R), then your reality (R) will equal disappointm...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6
• Chapter 7
• Chapter 8
• Chapter 9
• Chapter 10
• Chapter 11
• Chapter 12
• Chapter 13
• Chapter 14
• Chapter 15
• Chapter 16
• Chapter 17
• Chapter 18
• Chapter 19
• Chapter 20
• Chapter 21
• Chapter 22
• Chapter 23
• Chapter 24
• Chapter 25
• Chapter 26
• Chapter 27
• Chapter 28
• Chapter 29
• Chapter 30
• Chapter 31
• Chapter 32
• Chapter 33
• Chapter 34
• Chapter 35
• What Now?
• Acknowledgments
• About the Author
• End User License Agreement