I trusted each of my two VPs implicitly, but for once they could not help. In fact, they added to the dilemma by having opposing views and predicting joy or disaster if I followed the other path. All my other standard devices—decision trees, changing perspectives, crystal ball—had failed and so I went for a walk and, being in Leeds at that point, I found myself in the Armouries. It did cross my mind that staff might question seeing me wandering into a museum in the middle of the day, but for some reason it seemed the right place to be. And there, staring vacantly at some medieval armour or some such relic, the answer came to me. Clear, certain, and irrefutable.
On the way back I realised something else. I was doing my job. I was paid to think, to lead, to scan, to ensure the organisation was best placed to deal with what came next and to be in the best possible state to meet those challenges.