The Quiet Discipline Behind Good Coordination
- Gil Rosa
- 12 minutes ago
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Scene I: Poor Coordination
I arrived on site early.
The first thing I saw was holes in the ceiling and walls,
cut open as if someone had been searching for a path.
Debris pushed to the left.
Workers stepping over floor openings without protection.
Wires stretched across walk paths.
Ductwork piled in corners, waiting for space that wasn’t there.
Four trades passed me within minutes.
A plumber carrying a pipe.
An electrician with wires.
A carpenter with studs.
A mason pushing a cart.
You could tell who they were by what they carried.
No hardhats.
No Safety vests.
No sign of shared awareness.
Second floor, the same story.
Third floor, no different.
Fourth floor, repetition.
Half-complete tasks.
Work started and abandoned.
Work was installed,
then removed because it was in the way of something else.
Something done twice.
Something missed.
The building felt broken and injured.
Not violent.
Not dramatic.
Just unsettled.
Like everyone was moving, but no one was moving together.
You could feel the friction in the air.
Scene II: Good Coordination.
I arrived at the brightly lit site with signage directing my path.
The difference is immediate.
The entry point was clear, a desk with sign-in sheets and extra safety equipment to the left.
Material staged where it belongs.
Paths clear.
Rough-ins were placed with intention.
Trades entering and exiting as if following a rhythm only they can hear.
All proudly wearing hardhats and logo-emblazoned vests.
No rushing.
No jumping over openings.
No wires across the path.
No searching through finished work.
The structure feels like an assembly line moving upward.
The second floor flows into the third.
Third into fourth.
Each trade leaves space for the next.
The electrician bends around the framer without resentment.
The plumber installs, knowing the ceiling will close cleanly.
The mason finishes and exits without returning to repair.
It feels like dancing.
Not rehearsed choreography.
But shared timing.
The building rises without struggle.
The difference is not intelligence.
It is discipline.
In the first site, everyone was working.
In the second, everyone was aligned.
One feels like effort.
The other feels like flow.
Life is no different.
We can move constantly and still be misaligned.
We can fill our days with motion and still reopen ceilings at night.
Or we can clear the path.
Sequence our energy.
Leave space for what comes next.
Good coordination isn’t louder management.
It is a quiet rhythm.
And like any discipline, it can be learned.
In martial arts, no one begins with grace.
You begin stiff.
Out of timing.
Overthinking every move.
Then you practice.
You repeat the stance.
You study the sequence.
You learn where your body collides with itself.
Eventually, the movement softens.
Timing emerges.
You stop forcing.
You start flowing.
Coordination is no different.
It is practiced attention.
It is disciplined sequence.
It is awareness repeated until it becomes natural.
Not talent.
Not luck.
Practice.
Field Note:
Coordination is a discipline.
Like martial arts, it begins awkwardly and becomes rhythm through practice.