So tell me, how’s your week going?
Actually, how is your life going?

Oooh wait, what about work!!
Let’s talk about your work sitch.

I’m curious…

Does it feel like everyone in the office just gets you?
Does your boss totally recognise your unique brilliance?
Do all your clients trust you fully to just do your thing, your way?
No checking in, or circling back, no asking for a zillion changes?

It’s okay if it doesn’t.
There’s a perfectly good reason.
And it has nothing to do with you.

But if it helps…you’re not alone.

There are so many sizzling souls out there
who are forever being misunderstood, misrepresented,
and mistaken for far too much (or never quite enough).

With all the noise right now,

you’d be forgiven for feeling that everything is getting louder.

And yet, for many of us, work feels...quieter?
The meetings are milder. The briefs are blander.
The work tastes like plain toast (no butter).

It’s not just that the system is playing it safe in uncertain times.
It’s something subtler. More insidious.
It’s a slow bleed of colour.
A dilution of anything different.
The Great Homogenisation.

We haven’t turned the music off.
We’ve just changed the playlist.
From bangers to background muzak.
From anthems to algorithmic ambivalence.
From everybody’s favourite love songs to lo-fi elevator-meh for people who’ve stopped trying.

There’s a creeping sense that the funk, the spunk, the mojo and juju is missing.
And here’s what no one is willing to say out loud.

It is.

We fell asleep at the wheel and have woken up inside fifty shades of beige.

Why? Because the people who usually carry the fire are holding back.
They’re drowning. Fading. And mostly being ignored.
They’re suppressing and second-guessing their edge on account of forever being told, ‘it’s a bit much!’.

They’re hurting.

And it’s hurting us.

Because we need them.

The sensitive, eccentric, effervescent humans who make things better by making them a bit wilder.
The ones who either inherited or earned their unusual, beautiful sensibilities.

The ones who’ve walked through fire and come out softer, stranger, wiser.
The ones who still see beauty.
Who still feel first.
Who still choose love in a world that’s become enamoured with…scrolling?

We need them now more than ever.

But let’s be honest.

They’re not always easy to manage.
There’s a high chance they’ll say the wrong thing at the wrong time.
They probably show up a little late a little too often.
They don’t make things neat, or efficient, or obvious.

But they carry a medicine.
And a matchstick.
And we need both.
Desperately.

We need their way of seeing and being in the world.
Their fierce creativity. Their appetite for risk.
Their disregard for rules.
They have a kind of emotional intelligence that can shift the whole room, if we let it.

And yet too often, we don’t.

We mistake their tenderness for weakness.
We treat their difference as a condition to manage.
We ask them to flatten their brilliance into something more professional or more ‘on brand’.

We praise their ‘quirkiness’ in public, but offer ‘suggestions’ behind closed doors.
We tell them to bring whole selves, then shame them when they do.
We might give them the mic, but it comes with a time limit.
And a look of ‘don’t mess this up, or else…’

And so, little by little, we lose them.

And then little by little, they lose themselves.

A wild approach?

What if we did something different.
What if we made a secret pact.
With a secret handshake.
And a started a secret club.

What if we made a not-so-secret mission to find the wild ones.
To seek out the misfits and rogues.
The loose cannons and nightmares.
The unconventional professionals that the world keeps overlooking?

And what if we didn’t just manage them, we loved them?
Loudly. Fiercely.
More than we’re supposed to.
More than they’ve ever let themselves believe they deserve.

What if, when they stepped up to speak, we didn’t just hand them the mic.
We held their hand. Locked eyes. Nodded through every word.
Mouthed “you’ve got this” as they found their voice.

What if we stopped polishing them into something presentable
and instead asked for fashion advice…and took it?

What if we studied their edges instead of sanding them down?
How they work. How they think. How they shine.
And then we told the world about that.

Not to fix them. But to free them.

What if we made their brilliance visible.
Their difference desirable.
Their way of being not just accepted but revered!!!

Here’s the invitation.

Wild Work™ isn’t about making everyone the same.
It’s not about following a standardised framework.
And it’s not intended to domesticate the modern workplace.

It’s about learning to see and sense The Wild.
To know and grow The Wild.
To tend and defend The Wild.
The Wild that lives out there and in here.

Wild ideas. Wild opportunities. Wild people.

If the world is going to change…and it must.
If we’re going to bring back the spunk.
Make our work more vibrant than when it left.
It won’t be the polished, pitch-perfect, high-performing professionals who get us there.

It’ll be the wild ones.

Just like you.

So let’s go find a few more.
They’re often the ones not added to the email.
The ones not invited to the meeting.
The ones who don’t care they weren’t added to the email or invited to the meeting.

Let’s go find them.

And love them hard!