A friend of mine is a pilot. He has told me some p-r-e-t-t-y amazing stories about flying airplanes. Early in his career he had to land a plane with one of its engines on fire. He makes flying in and out of the extreme cold of the far north sound easy. I’ve started...
I have had some amazing mentors. I feel growth and learning are life-long endeavours, so I am by no means at the stage where I won’t look for people to emulate, seek out best practices, or try to find new, or better ways of doing things. I am, however, at the stage...
As professionals, we are expected to show up and do our job, because it is just that – our job. We rarely reveal our underlying struggles, or trying circumstances, especially at the beginning of our career. There is too much to lose. I have never talked about this, and it is the first time I have even tried to write about it.
Just because something looks good on the mannequin, doesn’t always mean it will also look good on you. The same principle can apply to your brand. In fact, you might be surprized how much your brand and your closet have in common.
I have to believe all is not lost, and it will not end in doom. I have to believe we will triumphantly rise. I just have to. If I’ve learned anything from Indy, it is there’s always a way out, so never give up.
I get asked marketing questions a lot. As a consultant. it is my job to have an expert opinion, but when someone asks and am not THEIR expert, my opinion is about as effective as a personal trainer handing out random workout tips to strangers at a gym.
This article could express everything you need to know about the Gen X business style, in one concise statement: Figure it out.
We used to be out there hustling. We could seize moments, and build momentum. We would see a flash on the horizon, feel the powerful energy, and hear the thunderous roar. We could chase it.
If you have a life raft, take others to safety. If you don’t have a life raft, build one. If you can’t build one, get in one.
You ask that tension filled question. You know the one… “Your zoom, or mine?” There’s an awkward pause as you wait for a for a sign, any sign, that it’s okay to slip your code into the other person’s in box. Admit it. You’ve asked it. We’ve all asked it. There, waited with anticipation, alone in your at-home office/kitchen table. Maybe wearing pajama pants, maybe not. Hoping the next message refresh will signal that greatly anticipated next move.