Choosing who goes first

The room was quiet, that particular kind of quiet that happens right after you ask for a volunteer. I could see the slight shift in posture, the quick glance at a notebook. It wasn't about reluctance, but about fairness.Everyone was ready to contribute, but no one wanted to be the one to decide. That's when I brought up the wheel.

The moment before the spin

I remember pulling up the list of names on the screen. It felt important to show it, to make the process visible to everyone in the room. There was a collective, almost imperceptible exhale.The tension wasn't gone, but it had changed. It was no longer a social pressure, but a neutral waiting. I glanced at the clock, a habit from checking schedules before diving into deep work, and realized we had the time to do this right.This small pause, this moment of transparency, shifted the energy. The decision was about to leave my hands.

When the wheel decides

The click to spin is always a little dramatic in its simplicity. For a second, all eyes are on that slowing cursor. It lands, and there's a name.What happens next is the good part. The selected person usually gives a small nod, maybe a quiet laugh. The group's focus gently settles on them, supportive now, rather than speculative.The 'why' is answered. It wasn't my choice, or theirs, or a hidden agenda. It was the wheel. And somehow, that makes it easier for everyone to accept and move forward.

A list of ready names

I keep it simple, just first names or initials. Anything more feels like an evaluation.