Know Thyself. Be Authentically You. We strive to know ourselves, right? To be authentic. I strive for that. In the Scorpion and Frog fable I wrote about once upon a time, the scorpion ended up stinging the frog, despite his promises not to. He was being his authentic self. When the frog asked the scorpion why he did it, he simply responded, “I’m a scorpion; it’s in my nature.” Hmm…maybe for a scorpion, yes, but for humans? Surely not. That would mean whatever I say is my “nature,” I am pre-programmed to repeat, no matter how ardently I try to Continue reading >>

How’d You Do? If you’re just joining us, last week I proposed 7 Things to Lose If You Want to Win. Win what? YOU! The REAL you that will emerge in a way you’ll feel compelled to shout out loud: I Am Free! Here is a summary of the seven things to lose in order to win yourself: Lose the disciplined approach – live as you feel Lose the role you normally play – try something outside of your norm Lose the mask you don each morning – express your innermost feelings Lose the notion that you’re in control – Continue reading >>

Win What?… The Grand Prize: YOU Last week I wrote that Tigger is my least favorite Pooh-character, true. Tigger with his big plans and grand gestures, none of which he follows through on. Of course that would get under the skin of a self-declared ‘do-er.’ Least favorite character or not, Dude does a lot of things RIGHT! Things I could learn to embrace. So this week, I shall ditch my Rabbit-nature and take my inner-Tigger for a spin (if I can manage to get out of the parking lot). Lose What Exactly? Lose Yourself Let’s Get Lost Together: Lose the Continue reading >>

I’m Rabbit. Who Are You? Are you a huge Winnie-the-Pooh fan? Maybe not now as an adult, but were you once as a child? It’s no secret, I still am! Yep, at 42, I still love me some Pooh-Bear. It wasn’t that long ago when I’d sit in meetings, look around the conference table, and before too long, Tigger would show up, and Eeyore, and aye-yai-yai, Owl too. Tiggers would always catch my attention. How could they not, as they bounced in, usually declaring, “Wouldn’t it be great if….” Tigger, with his ‘pie-in-the-sky, no-action-behind-his-words’ ideas.

Jagged Little Pill For longer than I’d like to admit, I allowed my addiction to hold me in some odd state of self-imprisonment. My seemingly uncontrollable drive to “be productive,” or DO has been my jagged little pill, with edges ranging from ice pick sharp to moderately smooth, but the pill remains. Here are some observations: it does, on occasion still get the best of me the more I’ve attempted to manage, control, coerce, or tease-out through logic, the more I’ve failed the more I’ve failed, the more I’ve felt like a failure So, where is the hope? Look To Continue reading >>

