I am not terribly mechanically inclined. Yes, I do work on lots of things I own, but I do not consider myself a skilled professional.
I was surprised recently when my 18 year old son told me he was going to buy an old Jeep. "But you already have an old Jeep I bought you" I said. "Yes," he told me "but I want the transmission out of this other one because it is much better for my V-8 than the original one installed. I can switch these transmissions and it will be better for both vehicles, and I should make some money on the situation."
I immediately recognized that this was not a simple job. Heck, he was talking about switching transmissions in two vehicles from different years with different engines and other configuration issues. What if things didn’t line up? What if they didn’t fit? "Son," I said "this is no simple job. I’m afraid it is beyond my skills these days. Do you know what you’re doing?"
To which I got a tremendous answer. "No dad," he said "I’m not sure what it will take. But I have enough money to pull off the job, even if things go really wrong and I have to change the clutch and many other parts. I have lined up a consultant (a professional mechanic) who will advise me on problems. And even though I’m not sure what to do, I’m confident I can figure it out. And, when I’m done, the Jeep I buy will be worth at least what I paid for it and my Jeep will be worth a lot more. I just need permission to tear into it."
Voila! White Space was requested. He didn’t have all the answers, but he was certain he could figure it out. And he had prepared all the resources. Not only to do the job, but what he would do for transportation while his machine was under repair. He had created personal White Space, and all he needed was to Disrupt my Lock-in – my Lock-in that said such a job required a "professional."
Now the transmissions are switched, and things are better all around. Why? Because he created some personal White Space – and I accepted the need for a little Disruption.