Category: Self-Management

Learning about breath came to me early.

I practiced in Acting Class when I went to college. Did it with my voice teacher, Joy McLean Bosfield. Did it as I figured out my rhythms as a swimmer. And heck, I did it big-time when I found yoga back in the 80s, before yoga became an industry. (more…)

I’m a talker. Half-way decent listener as well, I hope.

And I INTENSELY dislike small talk. Small talk is the incessant chatter about nothing. The endless skimming of the surface. Where everything we say is inconsequential and instantly forgotten.

Yadda yadda yadda yadda. (more…)

I sent Yvonne an invite on LinkedIn. Yvonne and I are social buddies and friends. Here’s Yvonne’s email response to me:

Wow, so happy to connect with you in the professional world. What an honor!

Sweet, right? (more…)

We sit. We sit. And then we sit some more. Not good.

Energy killer. Creativity inhibitor. Attention buster. Bad, all around bad.

Who came up with this crazy notion that we have to sit to work?  (more…)

It happens this week. The first World Happiness Summit in Miami.

When I tell cherished friends that I’m participating as learner and tribe leader, I am often met with a pained roll of the eyes. A moment of polite silence. And attempts at containing the happiness  (more…)

I notice them at once. A woman and a man.

They sit catti-corner from me on a Thursday morning in a boulangerie in Bonn.  (more…)

My colleague Mario and I sit at Books and Books Café on Miami Beach’s famed Lincoln Road Mall, talking about what energizes us in our work. Mario has held senior HR Leadership roles for Fortune 500 firms throughout Latin America. 
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It happened. My mom had a stroke, 3 weeks ago. A relatively mild one. She’s 92. I flew to Germany where mom resides to tend to her and her affairs.

Mom’s body and spirit are recovering,  (more…)

The right book, the right time. It arrived the final day of 2016. It frames the perfect success opportunity for 2017.

Tom Asacker’s I Am Keats. (more…)

A new year. Spring-into-action time.

A moment of regret perhaps. Wait, the holidays didn’t last long enough. I’m not ready to spring. (more…)