I once worked for a man that often referenced certain client meetings as kissing toads. At the time, I basically wrote the comment off as less-than-eloquent cynicism. Over time, I’m finding a bit more wisdom in the words.
Infrequently, while sitting in a room full of well-intentioned folks, I get the sense that I’m puckered up kissing toads. I don’t enjoy the sensation. And it does tend to leave a bad taste in my mouth.
Like the stories conjured by the imagery, however, it doesn’t always stop at the kiss. Over time, with persistence, these frogs sometimes transform into something much more beautiful.
So, the next time you find yourself in a room with a toad, take a moment to hear what he/she has to say.