We had the physicians' retreat for our practice today. I found myself, for the first time, in the uncomfortable and intimidating position of being the guy in the front of the room, facing the 30-40 physicians there, expected to speak the words that will inspire and motivate them.
Sometimes I wonder how I got here. It may come as a surprise to the readers of this blog that I am a man with opinions. They range from politics to the practice of medicine, to the business of medicine (and well beyond). I had historically been content to shout criticisms and witticisms from the back bench. Nobody looks at you there, and if you're disastrously wrong the consequences are lesser. But a couple of years ago I was put in a "put up or shut up" situation. And now I run the group. Funny old thing, life.
It's turned out well, so far, and I am proud of what we have accomplished in the time I have been involved in the leadership team. We pulled the practice from the brink of insolvency and closed the rotating door on staffing. Now we recruit from top-tier residencies and have great retention.
But nothing sobers and intimidates like facing your partners in the flesh, and the expectation that you are going to have something stirring and inspirational to say, which will motivate them, make them excited and cheerful to go to work, and rekindle their love for the art of medicine. No pressure.
I'm not ready for a career as a motivational speaker just yet. I got through it OK, though. There was a lot to talk about and now I am just burned out. I think I will have a beer and soak in the hot tub. I have a lot of tension in my neck just now.
04 April 2007
Posted by shadowfax at 9:06 PM