Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Josh Jackson
College of Integrative Sciences and Arts
OGL 482: Pro Seminar 2
Professor Brent Scholar
October 20, 2021
Inspiration: Leader Identity Narrative
Introduction
The ability to look back is a powerful thing. When we do so, so long as we are honest, we
can discover what kind of character we play in our own story. Are we the kind of character that
develops from weak to strong over a long arch? Are we the kind that is defined by a fixed set of
traits that remain static over time? Or are we like the classic Greek heroes of old, beset by a fatal
flaw that causes us to need to relearn a valuable lesson over and over again? When I took this
opportunity to graph my leadership journey, I learned that in reality, I was a mix of all three. At
the time of writing this, I am wrestling with several leadership challenges that loom over the
horizon. The following stories serve as fuel for engaging that ominous future. Here’s where it
begins.
I have always been a late bloomer. In almost every way, my talents, sense of self and
developmental experiences have emerged later than most of my family and peers. My discovery
of a capacity for leadership echoes this pattern. From sophomore year of high school until about
two years after graduating in 2000, my sense of identity was very much rooted in an enclave of
close friends. This enclave started as a tight-knit crew of 4 or 5, but as each of us started
discovering the unknown horizons of girlfriends (them, really. I wouldn’t share in this
experience until far later. “Late Bloomer,” remember?), that enclave grew into a crew of 12 to
16. My house became our hub, and my mom became the ad-hoc tribe-mommy.
social dynamics, and I was happy to live a life defined by minimal work responsibilities taking a
backseat to maximized social activities. I still pursued creative endeavors, namely in the form of
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drumming in metal band projects that could never quite get off the ground, but as a whole, I
That all came to a violent stop in September of 2002 when my mom suddenly took ill and
then died within seven days. The next year would be defined by fall-outs with the core members
of the tribe, aimless wanderings, shuffling from host family member to host family member, and
several gruelling graveyard shift service jobs. I would eventually start drumming for the worship
team at my aunt’s church, which would lead to me becoming an informal family member of one
of the congregants and her family. Over the course of several months, they introduced me to an
organization called Youth With A Mission (YWAM), a world-wide missions organization with a
range of ministry focuses depending on each chapter’s location. After learning more about me,
they suggested that I would enjoy the Newcastle, Australia “base,” a team notorious for its punk-
rock flavor. In January, 2004, I made the trek from California to Newcastle to take part in their
initial five month course/ministry outreach, with no clear idea about where I would go after. It
was in this strange new environment where my capacity to lead would finally emerge.
I would, after some initial bumbling, find a kind of home in Newcastle. After taking part
in two courses and subsequent mission trips, I joined the staff and became a full-time missionary.
Our focus was local Newcastle youth through outreach and activity programs. My group’s
specialization was mentoring kids in the context of a music program. Over this first year in
Australia, a new set of skills and motivations took shape in the absence of the slacker culture of
the tribe back in California. I was given challenging tasks from superiors, and found that I was
easily able to rise to the challenge. I had always prized my artistic abilities, but in this
environment, I was learning that I also possessed a talent for big-picture, systems oriented
thinking, a heart for mentoring others, and an ability to activate other people. What’s more, I was
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actually receiving affirmation for it, something that was always lacking in my past environment.
Over that first year, I became aware for the first time that I wasn’t truly a slacker, but a leader.
My lowest point in this leadership journey would ironically take place the following year
in 2005. It was always my hope to get to be on staff for one of the adult courses our “base” ran. I
wanted to serve as a mentor and support for other students who would experience what I did the
year earlier. I was finally getting my chance, but the result would be one of the great
disappointments of my life, both in what I experienced from my own leaders, as well as what I
would discover within myself. The culture in YWAM Newcastle was very performance-based.
As a religious organization, and one that was staffed almost entirely by young, virile twenty-
somethings, there was a heavy emphasis on living at a high moral standard, but under the
surface, what was even more valued was not giving any opportunity for anything to appear like
it wasn’t up to a high moral standard. I had finally earned a position I really coveted, and having
earned it, I immediately became afraid of making any mistake that would cause me to lose it. For
this reason, throughout the course, I would make leadership calls that did not align with what I
believed were wise decisions, but were motivated by what I thought my superiors would approve
of. I felt very conflicted and insecure. I rarely truly led but often reacted, mostly by withdrawing
and removing myself emotionally from my director, co-leaders and students. I would receive
conflicting messages from my own leaders, who in retrospect were probably dealing with their
own internal conflicts, and because I hadn’t yet developed the organizational or communication
skills necessary to clarify and execute their goals, the results would often be anger and
The ultimate sting would come when it was time to delegate leadership roles for
missionary outreach. My director had such little confidence in me, she placed me in an assistant
role under my peer, while a student in the course actually received a leadership role for the other
team. My peer would then go on to delegate other leadership responsibilities to our students,
leaving me to spend the next two months in New Zealand with no clear purpose, taking
instructions from the very students I was supposed to be leading. It was humiliating.
After a series of events during a brief furlough in the states following the end of the
course, I would cut my time as a YWAM staff member short and start a new life chapter in
Nashville, TN. It would take months to process what I had experienced in that last year in
Australia. Eventually, I would recognize the life lesson of leading out of courage and integrity,
rather than letting myself become hamstrung by fear and insecurity. Over the following fifteen
years, I would get many opportunities to practice this new leadership lesson in ways that were
less dynamic than that in Australia, but by their nature, would serve as training grounds for the
The first year in Nashville was harrowing. I was held up and pistol-whipped by three
masked men days into being hired at my first job. A week later, the timing belt on the Astrovan I
purchased would snap, and I would roll to a vulnerable stop in the middle of the interstate. Due
taking a job at Starbucks, a decision that would eventually color every aspect of my life, from
child-rearing to social networks to the impetus that would lead to me writing this very paper.
Within that first year, I would end up becoming a member of a small but earnest church
in a nearby suburb. It was in this environment that I would slowly build back my capacity to lead
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once again, and the foundation for my current-day leadership identity would be laid. It was in
this period that I would begin to enjoy the freedom to experiment with my natural proclivity for
short term projects, namely in the form of music events and performance-oriented fundraisers.
Unbeknownst to me, what I was really engaging in was the craft of Project Management and all
that it would entail. I was exercising my ability to engage others with a vision, delegate roles and
responsibilities, balance differing stakeholder motivations and measure progress, all in the
context of these very modest projects. Simultaneously, over the next several years, I grew in
stature at my church, taking on various leadership roles like rotating childcare leader, and leader
of a rotating setup/teardown team. This would ultimately culminate in the head pastor letting me
launch a 3-month long weekly men’s discussion group centered on discussing a leadership book
called Ordering Your Private World by Gordon McDonald. At work, after many months of
receiving coaching and feedback, I was finally promoted from barista to Shift Supervisor, where
I would experience a more formal setting for exercising practical leadership skills.
By 2011, I was becoming very established, both in the minds of others as well as myself
was being rewarded with more opportunities to influence and serve in my community, my
workplace and in my creative endeavors. Inadvertently, I was also being set up for my next
I would only last as a Shift Leader for a year. Much like my time as a staff member at
YWAM, I came into the position with a misplaced set of expectations about what the role would
entail, and was quickly disillusioned. I thought I would get more opportunities to influence daily
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operations and experiment with time management practices for myself and my fellow baristas
with the intent of making the day-to-day more efficient and rewarding. I was very mistaken
about the level of influence my position held. I was mostly relegated to closing shifts, which
meant my days were mostly spent rushing through closing tasks, restocking and cleaning with a
minimal staff. This schedule also conflicted with my other interests, like church functions and
local shows, adding to my frustration. I was quickly becoming resentful, burned out and
withdrawn in my work life, culminating in my very first all-negative yearly review in my five
year tenure in 2012. It was here that I learned a critical leadership skill that would influence the
rest of my life, albeit the hard way. I realized in retrospect, that I was overemphasizing the
“authentic self” of the emotional life of a leader. I was wearing all my emotions on the outside
for all baristas, managers and customers to see, thinking that, on some level, I was living out
what it meant to be an authentic leader. What I realized, sometime after getting some emotional
distance from the experience, was that there is psychological power in a leadership position that
exists outside of the person that occupies it. Intrinsically, subordinates take cues from whoever is
in a leadership position and assess their own outlook based on them. When I was being resentful
and visibly stressed out on the job, simply because of my position, that emotional heat was being
amplified and was radiating out to the rest of the team, making them feel unsafe. Had I done
better at regulating myself and privately taking steps to ensure my own self-care, the exact
opposite would have been true. The amplifying effect of the position would have resulted in my
positive emotions radiating out to others, giving them a sense of security. It took years to fully
absorb the lessons from this bleak experience, but thankfully, in other areas of my life, my
2012 marked the beginning for several facets in my life simultaneously. In January, I
launched a private bartending service, meant solely to be a modest side hustle for myself. Little
did I know that ten years later, it would blossom into a robust business with thirty bartenders, a
full-time executive manager, and a yearly calendar of over two hundred events. In March, I
married Stephanie. Like my business, we’ll celebrate a decade together in 2022. The year also
marked my membership in a new church, which would prove to be a true spiritual home for me
Much like the span of time following my somber return from Australia which culminated
in my embittered (first) exit from Starbucks, the next nine years would serve as one long
ascending exercise in leadership. In my small business, I was regularly learning the ins-and-outs
of time management, effective communication, recruiting, training, long term forecasting, and
most importantly, learning how to manage myself professionally even when things were shaky in
my personal life. For example, in 2014, we were given very short notice towards the end of our
lease that our landlord was selling our house, which set in motion a turbulent span of months
where Steph and I had no established residence. Simultaneously, my company’s reputation was
growing, and I was experiencing higher volumes of inquiries and new professional situations, all
while still holding down a full-time job. No matter how strained I was, clients and other
bartenders were counting on me. It was a season of toughening up and learning how to deliver no
In my church community, I was thriving in the culture that colored that season in the
church’s history. Over the next nine years, Stephanie and I would lead in the worship band,
pioneer arts discussion groups and writing seminars, and lead a neighborhood group that
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remained dynamic and vibrant for several years up until the fall-out of Covid lockdowns in 2020
(More on this later). For nearly a decade, I experienced a window of time defined by
invigorating community, and steady growth in my business that would lead to the freedom to
eschew regular employment in 2017. It was also a time tinged with many challenges, but they all
contributed to a theme of learning, maturing and an accrual of wisdom and practical experience.
The zenith of my leadership journey thus far took place in January, 2020. I was a father of a
beautiful one-year-old boy, a child we had begotten through an adoption that went sour, and then
miraculously went through after all a month after he was born. My business experienced an
amazing level of growth in 2019, culminating in the partnership between myself and Kelly
Tinnin, who joined as Head of Operations and still serves in the role to this day. The team was
expanding, and our hard work was opening up the doors for 2020 to be the most fruitful year yet.
In lieu of a Christmas party, we had invited all of our bartenders to join us for an End-of-Year
party at a private residence. We ate, drank, competed in games and revelled in our success. The
exact moment that marked my zenith was when I grabbed a drink and sat next to one of my long-
time bar team leaders, Taylor. We were making jokes about something, and she made a remark
that left me stunned. She said “I’ve found my people. I’ve found my place.” Her statement was
the culmination of almost a decade of my life striving to create a job for others that was devoid
of all of the dehumanizing elements of my previous service jobs. I had worked so hard to create a
culture that honored people, that made them feel like their contribution was valued, and now, my
bartenders were actually showing me that it was happening in their words and deeds. More than
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the rewards of turning a side hustle into a thriving business, this single statement was the
As one could imagine, 2020 was not the cascading fountain of growth and success that
we had all projected it to be. 2020 and 2021 have been a crucible, testing me in every aspect of
my character and leadership ability. Postponements, cancellations, fear and confusion would be
the themes of last year. My ability to project forward and create innovative solutions to navigate
the new landscape was taken to a challenging new level, and any success we would experience in
2021 is owed in large part to Kelly’s loyalty and commitment. We were wise to largely ignore
the siren song to “pivot” our business model, and instead, spent all of 2020 retooling our
processes, poising us for a projected rush of inquiries we anticipated would come in 2021.
Though I do not gloat over the misfortune of my peers, I look back in gratitude that I followed
my instincts, and chose to spend the downtime further leveraging our strengths instead of
developing new products that would be irrelevant in a year. Time has been on my side in this, as
2021 did in fact bring about unprecedented volume, greater rewards and even greater
My leadership development within my church community did not yield such optimism,
however. My church was dealt a series of blows that led to near disintegration. First, East
Nashville experienced a devastating tornado in February. A week later, the elders fired our senior
pastor, a startling decision but one that had been coming for a long time. Thirdly, our community
along with the rest of the world experienced the ravages of the Covid lockdown. Over the next
hold my neighborhood group together in spite of the confusion and fear that gripped us all. The
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group was disintegrating. People were moving away, or they were retreating into their houses.
The elders were no different. The church had silently nurtured a passive culture over the last six
years that culminated in a policy of inaction that lasted well past the initial shock of the Spring. I
finally had to walk away from my beloved church in dismay that Fall, when a bungled attempt to
bring about in-person worship again made clear to me that I could no longer trust these elders as
my leaders. My time as a servant-leader in my church was over. Stephanie and I are still without
Looking Forward
It is now the tail-end of 2021. I am still steeped in the emotional mix of an astonishing
community. After ruminating over a leadership journey that took visible shape some seventeen
years ago and continues to evolve today, I can point out some clear patterns that remain
consistent. First, I thrive when I feel a sense of ownership over an endeavor. When I failed most
in YWAM and Starbucks, it was brought on by a feeling of having little control over my
environment. I know now that many of those disappointments were due to my own mistaken
expectations and in some instances, character failings, but it is apparent that in environments
where I had authorship, I was in a healthier emotional state to take the hard lessons and absorb
them. Second, I need to remain confident about my own abilities. I don’t physically resemble
many model leaders and sometimes feel insecure because of it, but by now, my story is full of
evidence that I can in fact lead others and make lasting contributions to my community. There
are several looming challenges for me to engage in 2022, and this exercise in documenting my
leadership journey gives me renewed encouragement, knowing that I have the capacity to tackle
those challenges just as I have these obstacles that marked the last seventeen years.
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