“The rules of the game are now in your hands,” my co-facilitator and I would tell the group as part of our “Personal Mastery” workshop. They would all mill around, get mad at us and at each other, and finally (sometimes it took hours) settle down into some sort of order that illustrated how groups operate.
My daughter used to play the Game of Life, by herself, over and over. She put the little pink and blue stick-people in their cars, drove them around through all of life’s challenges; drove their children and their children’s children . . .
Are we like the people in my workshop? Is there a great Game Wizard up there, watching what we do with our freedom to make the rules? Or are we little pink and blue sticks, driven by an invisible hand?
Or no wizard, no hand – just us?