The wheel decides

We were all just sitting there, waiting for someone to make the first move. I looked around the room, catching a few glances and a couple of shrugs. It was one of those moments where the next step felt obvious, but no one wanted to be the one to say it.

The pause before the spin

You could feel the slight tension in the air, the kind that comes from a group of capable people who are all thinking the same thing. We needed to pick a starting point, but everyone had a different, equally valid idea. Suggesting one felt like picking a side.It wasn't about being indecisive. It was more about fairness, about not letting the loudest voice or the quickest hand decide for everyone. We all knew the work was there, waiting.

Letting go of the choice

Someone pulled up the wheel on the screen. It was a simple list of our backlog items, the ones we'd all agreed were up next. There was a collective, quiet exhale in the room. The decision was no longer ours to argue over.It removed the friction instantly. There was no debate, no need to justify or defend a preference. The click to spin felt like a release, a shared agreement to let chance take the wheel for a moment.When it landed, there was a nod, maybe a small laugh. It was decided. And just like that, the energy shifted from 'who chooses' to 'let's get started'.

What the wheel held

It was just our work, laid bare and impartial.