My Surname is “Power”

Yes, my surname is “Power.” I was born with it. I’ve grown up and grown older with it. It is a blessing and a responsibility for which I am sometimes not prepared. I’m also short. Both can be a hindrance or a help to respect (self- or from others).

Some people challenge just because of my name. Others are certain I changed it from something else. A few even think I am too pressed down, patted flat, and made light of.

The challenge is really this: I own my personal power and Power. I’ve spent a lot of time and thought on the issue of power, what it is, how people develop or acquire it, and how it is used.

The right use of power (or Power).

I’ve come to believe it is, for me, to take actions that promote the greatest good and highest call for all involved. The catch is, what do I believe is the greatest good? Do I have the right or the obligation to define that for others? Is the answer to any of these arrogance or humility? If I say it’s humility, does it become arrogance?

It’s delicate.

How to exercise influence.

How to gracefully back up when you don’t need to fight.

How to identify and do the right thing, the thing that promotes Love.

How to Light up a room even when the electricity is off (and the Power is still on).

Names matter. Power, and how it is used, matters.