People have always told me that I’m very direct. Little do you know all the things I’m not telling, I invariably think to myself.
I’m a lot more direct these days. Directness feels good. I feel untethered, and directness has powerfully elevated my professional impact.
The energy was good. We’ve all had that thought at the end of an excellent meeting. After a great conversation. We may have, in fact, uttered those very words.
I facilitated a leadership program last month. I enjoyed my group immensely. Good energy, I thought to myself. My language of choice – I’m a personal-energy-guy.
Ever had a moment when you suddenly agree with someone even though your gut tells you s/he is dead wrong? When you submit to group consensus even though you believe the group is blatantly ignoring clear and contradictory evidence?
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It was a week that was hi-jacked by your basic nasty cold.
Sore throat, fever, guttural coughing. Grim. The life I had planned came to a sudden halt. Bedtime. Rest. Antibiotics. And because I feel so vulnerable, I am doubly touched by the random acts kindness that come my way.
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Admit it – you’ve had the thought.
I hate business dinners, George Brinkman says to me. I am startled by the ferocity with which George utters these words. George is a highly seasoned business executive after all – a Fortune 500 guy with a keen mind. Funny, sharp. The sort of fellow who talks well, really well. And George