It's a mess. And now it's all yours to clear up. Over time, too many hands tweaked this thing, dropped the ball, subtracted important aspects, added pet projects, and then they dumped it in your lap to fix.
You get to untangle the knots. You must replace unneeded with helpful and reclaim a reputation. It was someone else's mess to make and, as in “Power and Glory” by Alexander Larman, it's your mess now.
Had you been near Buckingham Palace on the evening of May 8, 1945, you might've witnessed quite a sight: two teenage princesses, kicking and cavorting with their fellow countrymen in celebration of the end of World War II. Surely, the war's end was a weight off the shoulders of 19-year-old Princess Elizabeth, the future queen. Her father hadn't asked to be king.
Elizabeth hadn't requested the throne either, but her Uncle David, the Duke of Windsor, had tossed Great Britain into a tizzy when he fell in love with a divorced American and famously stepped aside. Elizabeth was just a little girl then, and her father had dutifully assumed control with some struggle, but the royal family couldn't forgive the duke for what he'd done. He was an embarrassment that got worse when it was revealed that he'd been deeply involved with Nazis during the war.
As for Elizabeth, she endured a different kind of embarrassment: courting in public. It was one of royalty's “worst-guarded secrets” that Prince Philip of Greece had caught the eye of the young princess, but the royal family wasn'.
