Thinking about serendipity, or making one’s own luck, reminds me of a couple of things.
One is the story of the golfer Gary Player. Apparently he was playing well and someone said ‘Boy, I’ve never seen anyone so lucky in my life!’ He is said to have replied ‘Well, the harder I practice, the luckier I get’. Continue reading Meet Me Half Way
Further to my previous, unedifying post at the end of a bad day, I have resolved to tackle the subjects I couldn’t deal with last night.
So. Serendipity. Let’s start with that. Nice word, anyway. The word that lots of people choose as their favourite. I wonder what mine would be? I digress. Maybe one day I’ll write a post listing my favourite words….I like words. But for now: serendipity. Or, more prosaically: chance. Continue reading The Most Beautiful Woman
Three things I want to write about with reference to the career shift.
– scattered focus Continue reading Three Things I Want To Write About
Feeling a certain foreboding with this course. I’m enjoying it, getting a lot out of it, and recommending it left, right and centre, sure. But there’s an occasional uneasiness beyond the ‘out of my comfort zone’ feeling of needing to be a bit brave (which is exhilarating and necessary). I mostly go with it anyway, trying to trust the process, trusting that these guys know what they are talking about. Which they seem to. Continue reading Who Do I Think I Am?
On my way up to bed last night, weary after a long day’s driving, collecting my daughter from uni in the rain. On the half landing I spot a bag of rat poison which wasn’t there before. My daughter is luxuriating in a home bath. I ask my son. ‘Oh yes, we thought there were rats in the loft. Don’t worry, we put down some poison.’ This from behind his closed bedroom door. Continue reading Or Lion?
Opportunities are not like clouds that float in the sky. Opportunities are attached to people.
Well you don’t need to tell me that! It’s why I have been practically prostituting myself, clicking connect left, right and centre on LinkedIn even though I have only the vaguest idea with whom I am connecting. Because. You. Never. Know. Continue reading Connections