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This is part two in a six-part series on my StrengthsFinder 2.0 results. In part one, I introduced the whole strengths and talents idea from Tom Rath’s book. The basic premise is that one develops strengths by investing study and practice into areas where one already has a natural talent. The book and associated materials help you identify your talents and actions you can take to build on top of those talents.

The StrengthsFinder online assessment reports my Top 5 Talent Themes as:

  • Intellection
  • Adaptability
  • Learner
  • Analytical
  • Connectedness

When I read the book, I made it a point not to read any of the talent theme descriptions. I read their one-word titles, but none of the accompanying detail. Similar quizzes and tests have reported similar things—thinking, analysis, learning. I expected to see things like that in my SF2 results. From the names of the talent themes, I kind of expected to have on my list things like “Context” and maybe “Input”. But I got a slightly different Top 5 than I thought I would.

The first time I read the talent theme descriptions behind my Top 5, I felt a mixture of recognition of familiar concepts and a fairly strong reaction that something was wrong. At first look, I thought the assessment results were way off when it came to Adaptability and Connectedness. I will write about each talent theme in depth, each in its own post, but I can tell you now that I quickly discovered all five talent themes on my list are correct. It was a matter of reading all of the description material with an open mind, re-reading it, and realizing what parts applied to me the most. I think this is the right way anyone taking the SF2 test should approach the results.

The description of Intellection, from the StrengthsFinder Full Theme Descriptions, says that I like to think, I like mental activity and introspection, and that “this mental hum is one of the constants of your life.”

thinker
Photo by Corey / Ten0fnine

This is the part that jumped out at me: “You are the kind of person who enjoys your time alone because it is your time for musing and reflection.” Boy, is that true. It’s no surprise to me that Intellection was my #1 talent theme. Interesting that it’s called a “talent” theme. It seems to me that this one, more than the others in my Top 5, is mostly about what I like or need versus what I may be good at or what may come naturally easy to me. But I can extrapolate from “you like to think” to “a need for mental activity”.

I’ve read others’ reactions to their own StrengthsFinder results where Intellection was one of their top 5. Almost to a person, their first reaction is, “doesn’t everyone like to think?”. Those people must be missing the point. It’s more than “everyone thinks”, for sure. But it’s not true to say “everyone likes to think”.

In my particular combination of talents in my Top 5—the talent themes, their order, and how I scored in each theme—the StrengthsFinder site gave me a personalized guide. This goes beyond the standard full theme description and tells me a “what makes you stand out” description that’s tailored especially for me. In My Personalized Guide, the StrengthsFinder description of Intellection as it applies to me specifically gets a lot more precise and applicable to me, personally. In particular, it says I appreciate intellectual discussions, I like to expand my knowledge by reading a lot, I examine ideas, theories, etc., from a variety of angles, and I desire to seek the truth. All true.

inside my brain
Photo by Gisela Giardino

This is where the Intellection description got most interesting for me. Different than the more general stock description, this personalized description zeroes in a lot closer to me. First, it indicates I like to periodically expand my knowledge by reading. That’s very true, and I’d go further—I love to read and I am reading all the time, all kinds of materials, in all kinds of media. I don’t do it only to be entertained or simply to pass the time, I do it to know more.

Second, they used language that gives me better insight about how Intellection applies to me. The full description has language such as “you like to…”. This personalized description has language such as “driven by your talents, you periodically…” That’s a significant choice of wording, because now I can see what “you like to think” means in the context of a talent as opposed to a mere preference.

Thinking is not merely daydreaming or fantasizing, although it is a superset of those two along with many other intellectual activities. The full description says this mental activity may be about solving a problem, or developing an idea. I’ve always done a lot of “what if” thinking. Like the fun old question that keeps getting asked of every new generation: If you had a super power what would it be and why? Except I think it through and try not to miss any constraints or implications.

How does one say “I like to think” or “one of my top talents is thinking” without sounding superior and pretentious? Go back and read your personalized guide again, that’s how. As the full theme description says, “The exact focus [of my mental activity] will depend on your other strengths.” I found that to be true as I read and thought about the descriptions of the other talent themes in my Top 5. I will go into the details of these interactions in the upcoming posts remaining in this series.

If you’ve taken the StrengthsFinder 2.0 assessment and want to share your results or discuss anything I’ve written here, leave a comment or contact me via email. If you’ve just got questions about any of this, feel free to contact me, too—I love to hear from readers and I love to share thoughts about this topic.

My grandmother died recently, almost two weeks after suffering a stroke. She’d lived her entire life in Kansas. My sister and her family live near where my grandmother died, a few miles away in another town. All the children, grandchildren, great- and great-great-grandchildren were going to converge on the spot for the funeral. Grandma wanted her grandsons and great-grandsons to be pallbearers. That’s where I came in.

My next work project had already started. I had to be in Seattle the next Sunday night so I could begin a workshop with my client bright and early Monday morning. The prep work for this kind of workshop is long and intensive, and the funeral was going to put a crater in my week. But we don’t choose when we’re going to pass after something incapacitating like a stroke. There was never any question I was going to go be part of the funeral.

I made my travel arrangements. I could pay for a flight out of my frequent flier miles on United. The little Kansas town is Pittsburg, halfway between Kansas City and Tulsa. I needed to get there in time for the services Wednesday afternoon. Nothing from Denver to Tulsa would get me there in time, considering I’d have to drive more than two hours from anywhere I touched down. So I got a flight to Kansas City Tuesday night. I’d be able to drive without it getting too late, and without me getting too sleepy behind the wheel.

I planned to stay in Kansas Wednesday night, then fly home to Denver Thursday morning. On Friday, I’d have to drive my wife to the airport so she could fly to Chicago to visit her ailing father. She’d be coming home late Sunday night, but I’d be leaving for Seattle early Sunday afternoon. So we would miss each other in transit. I arranged for our next door neighbor to take care of our dogs for several hours until my wife got home. In the meantime, in addition to prepping for work, I’d be setting things up for the dogs and neighbor and getting a few things in place for my wife while I was gone for the next five days. The weekend was going to be action-packed.

Tuesday came. I was ready in the afternoon, and getting from home to Kansas City was a breeze. I travel a lot for work, and it’s tiring but old hat now. In the car on the way to the Denver airport, I realized I had forgotten to bring a light winter coat. I had checked the weather forecast for that part of Kansas, and I knew there were severe thunderstorms predicted for Wednesday night through the first half of Thursday. But the weather in Denver was so sunny and mild that I completely forgot. I decided to buy a light coat when I got there. I would be driving past much of a major metro area and was sure I’d find something.

The Kansas City airport is a dump. Maybe I’m spoiled by Denver International Airport, the crown jewel of America’s air transportation system. I had brought my work laptop in the naïve belief I’d be able to do some work while not involved in family matters. I’ve got a card for it that lets me get online almost anywhere. I found a place to sit in the KC airport, got online, and looked for locations of Kohl’s and Wal-marts along my route. Time was a critical factor, because I would have just enough to make it to the Pittsburg Wal-mart if everything went right. But it was April and I knew my chances of finding any cold weather garments would be dwindling as the seasons changed. I headed for the Hertz rental car counter.

The Kansas City Hertz rental car system is broken. Long waits while the agents looked for available cars, Gold reservations unconfirmed because of stupid business rules, etc. I don’t want to waste time writing any more about them. I finally got my car and left the rental lot. Within minutes I was headed the wrong direction on the highway. Wrong turns and u-turns were the rule for the next hour thanks to Kansas City’s pathetic and confusing highway signs and names. One such wrong turn put me in Olathe, Kansas. I knew how to get on the right track from there. The silver lining was that I was in a retail district and almost immediately spotted a Target. I stopped and went inside.

The clearance racks in the men’s department were full of some things that might have worked for me, but they were all in sizes small to medium, which wouldn’t fit, or extra large to extra-extra large, which would just look ridiculous. Also, men in Kansas apparently wear a lot of caps – baseball, golf, trucker – and pullover sweatshirts.

Back on the road, my next chance was the Wal-mart in Fort Scott, Kansas. Time was running out, I was getting hungry, and I was happy to see the Wal-mart as I pulled into town. If I could find what I needed there, I wouldn’t have to speed like I’d been doing, past farms and cows for the last two hours. It was dark now, the temperature was dropping and the wind was growing. This store had a greater selection of everything – the hats and sweatshirts and more seasonal items and even one or two attractive jackets – but it was still all the wrong size. Some of it would have been inappropriate for the time, anyway. So I headed to a checkout lane and bought two protein bars and two bottles of water. I waited while a family paid for groceries ahead of me. I rushed back to the car and headed south to my last chance.

The Wal-mart in Pittsburg, Kansas, is mercifully located at the north end of town. I knew from the web lookup I had done three hours earlier in Kansas City that the stores along my way would close at 10:00. I pulled into the parking lot at 9:48. Inside, there were tempting t-shirts from all the local schools – Frontenac, Girard, Pittsburg, Columbus, even Pittsburg State University. I found lots of casual winter outerwear possibilities, too. Almost all of the items were mediums – too small for me. There were some smalls, some XXLs. In the last corner, I found a clearance rack. It was like others I’d seen earlier in the night – nylon shells for golfers, breathable tops for runners, tracksuit slouchwear. There was a black and dark-blue jacket, it looked like a combination of some water-resistant polyester panels and polar fleece. Size large. My size. I pulled it on. I couldn’t believe my luck. It fit, looked appropriate, wasn’t too light or too heavy, had deep pockets. I checked the rack for others, but in my hands was the only one in my size. It had been marked down due to the approach of Spring, and the price was finally $7.

At the checkout lane, I waited while a group of four young men bought beer and cigarettes ahead of me. I paid for the jacket and made happy small talk with the little old cashier. She thoughtfully asked if I wanted to wear the jacket out, and I said I did. She apologized that she didn’t have a way to cut off the tag hanging from my jacket, but I assured her it was okay. I put it on while walking out the door at 10:02, and at that hour in that weather it was the warmest and most perfect jacket I had ever owned. I bit through the tag’s plastic ring with my teeth while I watched the guys from the checkout lane speed away in their truck. I zipped the jacket, got in my car, and cruised slowly to the south side of Pittsburg, to the Econo-Lodge where I had reserved a room. That jacket kept me warm and dry for the entire trip, and I took it with me to Seattle the next week and the week after that. I’ll have that jacket for a long time.

my mourning jacket