It was the fourth week of quarantine when my wife began to cry.
One of her dad’s favorite things to do is to go hiking every Tuesday with his buddies. For the ten years I’ve known him, the only thing that’s ever stopped him from going is either being hospitalized or lockdown. Bad weather doesn’t stop Lluis. He loves the mountains. It’s his place. The moment he steps onto a trail he blends into it. But even more than the mountains, he loves getting a day out with his friends. They’ve had this weekly tradition for over a decade.
“Can we eat a peach?”
My son was close to turning four. We were walking back from the Tuesday morning market in our town. It was summertime. I still had to work. He didn’t.
“Can’t it wait till we get home? I’ve got things to do.”
“I’m hungry. It’s just a peach!”
And with that, the two of us grabbed a seat on an empty park bench across the street from our apartment. For the next five minutes, we sat there in silence eating our peaches looking up occasionally to take in the world and the people around us.
The phone rang. This was it, I thought. At last, all the years of struggle I’d endured were about to be worth it.
Growing up with a severe speech impediment and social anxiety, I had a very limited view of what I was capable of accomplishing. But as I grew into adulthood, I began to push myself far beyond my comfort zone. I hired a communication coach and threw myself into a sales job, where I’d be forced to talk to people every day. And I became good at what I did, working my way up to managing a sales…
“You have one minute to tell me why I’m here and another minute to tell me why I should stay!”
When my dad was starting out in his career, he was asked to give a presentation to the bigwigs in his organization during an extremely sensitive time. As you can imagine, when the biggest wig of all stopped him five minutes into his talk, my dad was frazzled. In the end, he pulled himself together and was later commended for telling them exactly what they needed to know and not a word more.
Hi, my name’s Michael Thompson, and growing up my primary goal was to live as many lives as possible. Towards the end of my twenties, however, I learned the hard way that constantly reinventing yourself without taking the time to truly get to know yourself wasn’t necessarily a smart move. As a result, I spent the better part of my thirties trying to learn how to smile without having to fake it.
Now that I’m in my forties, I’ve got a new goal: find a little corner to do the work I care about surrounded by the people I care…
“Is that a mouse?”
In an instant, the normally well-behaved children went bananas. Some jumped on their desks. Others yelled at the top of their lungs. Others were too scared to do anything at all.
Quick on her feet, the teacher set up a plan to catch the mouse. But between all the commotion and the mouse’s uncanny ability to move quickly and quietly, no matter how hard she tried, she came up empty-handed.
Unsure what to do, the teacher took a second to gather her thoughts, and to the surprise of the other children, she then enlisted the help…
My tipping point in my writing and online coaching career happened by accident. I was reading an article by a 24-year-old blogger and immediately saw a lot of myself in his words; albeit a much younger self. For once, instead of letting the feeling pass, I shot him a message and a week later we got on our first of now many calls.
If you’re like a lot of people, when you think of the word “mentor,” you envision someone (usually with a white flowing beard) sitting on top of a mountain sharing their wisdom to all who will listen…
The late-great food and travel legend Anthony Bourdain and his business partners were in LA to meet with a Hollywood executive to ink a possible deal for a TV show.
On paper, Anthony and his partners struggled to find a hole in the proposal. Not only did the man they were dealing with have a reputation for being very good at his job, but the numbers were insane, and according to Bourdain, if they accepted the deal it would have made him and his partners all filthy-rich — like “Bond villain-wealthy.”
But off paper, something wasn’t right.
After the meeting…
I became an essentialist the old-fashioned way — I lost all my money.
At the time, having my ex-business partner’s dad steal $250,000 from me sure wasn’t fun. But in hindsight, after finally dragging myself off a barstool, it turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to me.
There’s something liberating about having little left to lose. …
Last Thursday afternoon at 5:11 Central European time marks the exact moment my meltdown began. It wasn’t good. Frustrations from a few aspects of my life boiled over resulting in a pretty solid explosion.
I yelled. I cried. I was way outta line. The boom in my voice didn’t end until 5:39.
I don’t flip out often. But when I do, evidently, I got stamina. The worst part is I did it in front of two people who I don’t know very well who don’t know me very well.
We’ve only known each other for a brief time. We’ve never…