Rhyme. No Reason
In my early seventies am I really going to be gunning to get that second home, crank out an Iron Man, buy a boat, publish a book? I still have those last 30 years, the third book in the trilogy, what I call the 3rd 3rd of life. How to use that last thirty years given that
What if you stepped into a new identity, a money-saving, organized super skin that doesn’t fear taking action or taking a relationship chance? Would embracing that identity change not just your thoughts, but your habits and your character?
I got in a spat with my sister. As we assembled chicken salad sandwiches, we found ourselves chatting on the topic of journaling. My journaling process is a riff on the Tim Ferris model. She's more Ryan Holiday. Overall, our individual journaling processes and techniques are simpatico. No irreconcilable differences, then this:
As the next presenter took the stage, I walked down the stairs of the dais and down the aisle, past all the bankers, hardly believing it was over. I just wanted to stand at the back of the room and decompress. As I got to the back of the room the guy with the mustache, the lead of the food service team, was waiting for me.
I learned so much that day. I learned firsthand the amazing power of How. How turned disdain to connection in one syllable.
How many times have you told yourself you were going to change? Did you? I use this tool to help me keep the promises I make to myself.
You don’t think so now. But you will crash. It will be deadly. It will be on an unforgiving, lonely and spare mountain top. You will look around for resources and there will be cold, barren, frozen snow. There will be avalanches. You will be starving.
What will you do?
Eventually, I realized my brain talked to me in a weird non-verbal language, my Subconscious knocking on the window of my Consciousness. Maybe I should listen up. Maybe...
A few days before, it seems, I had done a neighbor a little favor. What it was I don’t even recall. It was nothing. And there she was, thanking me in person and offering me a cake.
Dither, Dither? Several years ago, the leader of a small company I worked for was looking to fill an executive level position and had identified a strong candidate among a group of good candidates. The team was weighing in on the pros and cons of making an offer to the strong candidate. After the typical... Continue Reading →
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