"No one ever choked swallowing his or her pride." - Harvey Mackay
I was wrong this week. Twice. Okay, at least twice.
Because the two mistakes I’m discussing involve clients and prospects, I can’t go into too much detail. But in each case, I underestimated the challenges involved with a project. And both times, I had to admit I was wrong.
“I think we all have empathy. We may not have enough courage to display it.” – Maya Angelou
In a few days, I’ll be having total hip replacement surgery.
I’m nervous about it.
My rational mind knows that I will probably be fine. I have a good doctor. I will be having surgery in a good hospital associated with a good medical school. I am covered by decent health insurance. I know that I must have the surgery to end the pain and prevent more damage to my body.
“Food for the body is not enough. There must be food for the soul.” – Dorothy Day
Last weekend, I attended a dinner that will remain a treasured memory. An amazing aspect of that dinner – I’d only met 2 of the 7 people in attendance before that night.
Everyone had come to town for the 122nd Boston Marathon. One person at dinner was running, and the rest of us were supporters of her and others we knew taking on the epic course. At first, the reservations were for 4 of us, then 5, and then 7. Friends wanted to include friends, and we all wanted a fun evening.
“We don't see things as they are; we see them as we are.” – Anais Nin
I enjoy joining groups, but I despise being put into a category. Using randomly chosen years to create “generations” splits us into “Baby Boomers” or “Gen-X” or “Millennials”. Or worse, assigning different values to someone because they happen to live in a city, or suburb or farming community. Other people want to use personality tests to assign us a color or letter profile. We’re humans, and not books to be categorized by the Dewey Decimal System.
"You are the storyteller of your own life and you can create the legend or not." - Isabel Allende
For the past 18 months, my business partner and I have been making weekly trips to see a client in New Mexico. Staying in the same Marriott, we’ve become “regulars” to the staff. We often stop in the lobby lounge for dinner or a nightcap at the end of the evening. The bartenders and servers are friendly, sharing stories and listening to our boring tales. After a while, it feels like we’re friends.