My wife walked up mid-set to ask for something that wasn't for sale


Recently my wife and I went to a concert; the show hadn't finished when my wife turned to me for the third time and said she loved the tracksuit the group were wearing.

Everyone in the room had been asked, on the way in, to wear either the group's merch from previous shows or a plain white T-shirt. The tracksuit the artists had on wasn't part of any of that, nobody in the room had seen it before, and she'd already said as much twice. Third time round, I told her to go and find out if they had it for sale.

She went and the first answer was no, not for public sale, but she didn't leave it there. She asked again, specifically, whether it might be possible for her to buy one regardless. The girl went to check, which took a while. She came back holding it, then my wife asked how do you know what writing is on the back, as all the various artists had different things written, and the girl said it was random, but my wife wanted something specific, so the girl went and dug through stock that wasn't meant to be sold, until she found the exact one.

She was the only one in the building of 7000+ people who got that tracksuit that night.

You have already had the conversation. The one where you ask for the raise and get told the company can't stretch to it right now. The one where you pitch the idea and watch it get picked apart before you've finished the sentence. The one where you ask for the budget and hear, in your head, sixty years of precedent saying no before anyone in the room has opened their mouth. You ran the whole thing through. You gave the other person their lines. You decided how it ends. You never actually asked.

This isn't about whether you can ask for help. That's a different gap, the one where you let people see you struggling. This is about whether you'll ask for what you actually want, and let someone else's answer be their answer, not something you wrote for them in advance.

There's a name for what your mind does in that moment, and it's worth seeing laid out properly.

I am not here saying everytime you ask it goes well because that is not realistic, just last week I got rejected. I'd reached out to a handful of people doing work that felt genuinely aligned with mine different worlds, same values yet they all came back with a no, I need to focus right now and don't have time for this, good luck type message.

My first reaction wasn't calm; I could see exactly the value I could bring to the various people and there was a proper stir in me, a bit of how dare you reject this without even giving it a real look.

That lasted about as long as it takes to have the thought, then it flipped. If a stranger reached out to me with a message that didn't land, I'd probably say no too. That's not on them, that's on my ask. Maybe it needed to be sharper, maybe the value wasn't clear in the way I framed it, and either way that's mine to fix, not theirs.

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and that was never really the point, the point was I asked.

This is the identity gap. Not the space between what you know and what you do. The space between who you intend to be as a leader and who you actually become when it costs you something. You intend to be someone who advocates for their team, who pushes for what the work deserves, who backs their own judgement in the room. Then the moment arrives where asking might cost you something, comfort, certainty, the story you've been telling yourself about how this goes, and you become someone else instead. Someone who stays quiet and calls it patience.

Your role was never to run the whole exchange in your head and pre-decide the outcome. Your role was to ask. What happens after that belongs to someone else.

This week, find the one ask you've already answered for yourself, the raise, the introduction, the help you need and haven't requested. Write down the answer you've already decided you'll get. Then go and ask the actual question, out loud, to the actual person, and let them give you the actual answer.

Three questions before you go.

  • Name the person you haven't asked. What's the real reason, the one that isn't about timing?
  • Whose voice is running that imagined rejection in your head, deciding your worth before they've said a word, and when exactly did you hand them that much authority over you?
  • Personally and professionally, what have you already lost by choosing fear over audacity, and what's still quietly leaving while you decide whether to keep choosing it?

See you next Monday.

Closing The Intention Gap
Sope Agbelusi
Strategic Adviser to Founders and CEOs MindsetShift

The Intention Gap

A different version of you shows up sometimes. Not the one you intend to be. Sharper, more closed off, making decisions from fear and calling it strategy. You did not choose that, but it happened anyway. The Intention Gap is a weekly newsletter for founders and leaders ready to understand why, and finally lead from the front of it.

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