A Football Play Saved Me From The Cemetery

I started playing football when I was in the 5th grade, and by the time I was in 8th grade, I felt like I was pretty good.  Others took notice as well.  Our coach went by the name Bucky.  I never knew, or can’t remember, his real name.  I thought he knew everything about football, like I…

My Lack Of Curiosity Cost Me Millions

I like to think lots of things about myself, but being curious is something I think I really am.  I like to explore the unknown, ask about and understand what appears to be known, learn what’s possible. 'They’ say we’re born curious (I can’t remember what I was like when I was born, so I’ll take…

Why My Mirror Means More To Me Than My Photo

I’m not a narcissist. I promise and pinky swear.  But I have to admit that I don’t mind looking at myself in the mirror.  I prefer that to seeing myself in pictures, by a long shot. When I look in the mirror, I see hair and height, straight teeth, youth.  I can’t hope for handsome. …

The Dine Around – A Connectworking Success

As you may remember, I’m not much of a networker (my recent post about being terrible at networking).  I find it intimidating, uncomfortable and, mostly, uninteresting.  It could also be that, because I’m not good at it, I just make excuses so I can feel better about myself for avoiding it (the truth is somewhere in…

Why Being Selfless Wasn’t Getting The Job Done

I’ve always found “Self” to be a perplexing word.  It’s not that it’s particularly challenging to define.  At its essence, self is simply a way to designate one person as an individual, apart from anyone else.  That’s pretty clear, not much to argue about there.  Instead, it’s the attachments that go along with self, the…

Creating a WHAT’S THAT MEAN? moment

My friend, Jeff, recently renamed his company. It was time. He’s in the insurance business. His Dad started the company and named it sensibly, for that time. Decades later, though, as Jeff and his partner fought to establish themselves as different in a world of sameness, they concluded that their company’s sensible name was confining…

Getting Lost Comes Easy To Me – Part 1

Our 8-year-old daughter had had enough. We’d been on the Sylvan Lake Trail for nearly two hours. It’s “among the easiest trails in Custer State Park,” the literature says. The trailhead was just off the parking lot of the visitor’s center, where we just spent the last two hours waiting for the AAA guy to…