While I never stopped thinking about that ten-day experience, I didn’t have it within me to self-lead just yet. I should have taken the lesson from those ten days and applied it to the next fifty years of my life. I should have imagined Captain Connolly watching me each and every day. Believe me, if you think you’re being watched, you live differently. You’re more detailed and squared away. That’s not how it went for me. It would be another three years of slippage before I exhumed the Connolly files from my personal archives and studied them to become a self-leader.
