Updated: Jan 20
Scrum isn’t anything new to my family of five. We have been using Scrum to manage our household for a few years now. It’s worked well for the day-to-day kind of stuff—washing dishes, taking out the garbage, mowing the lawn.
But then everything changed…
It was January in Minnesota. We had just faced the seventh consecutive day of sub-zero temperatures. I made the mistake of putting Antarctica and the North Pole on my weather app and Minnesota temps remained consistently colder than the supposedly coldest places on Earth!
Every winter I get in the “Why the hell do I live here?” mode. But this time it was different.
I had recently lost my father at a relatively young age and it made me realize that life is short. I can be the kind of person that complains, or I can do something about the situation.
Fast forward to March and we were on a mission to find a new home in Raleigh, North Carolina, a city that neither of us had ever been to before. We took three days to house hunt and ended up signing on the dotted line. It was by far the most spontaneous thing I have ever done in my adult life!
When we returned home it hit us that this was a really big project with a very tight timeline! In the coming weeks we felt overwhelmed with the insurmountable amount of work ahead!
It was Saturday morning and I was frantically sweeping the floor. My husband said, “I need you to stop what you’re doing. We’re starting one-week sprints and we need to do our first sprint planning.