We all want to be successful, but we don’t want to face what’s holding us back. Many of us ignore our blind spots, only to fall prey to our shortcomings down the line. So how can we trim the fact, cut our faults to the bone, and get into the habit of success?
How to Be Motivated When Life is Insanely Difficult
It’s been a remarkably awful year. A global pandemic, unscrupulous politicians, biased media pundits. You can be comfortable with being uncomfortable, but 2020 has been insanely difficult to motivate even the most resilient among us.
How to Get From Ordinary to Remarkable
You have no interest in platitudes or fast track schemes. You work hard to get where you want to go. You lay a foundation of habits that support your biological system.
10 Daily Habits of The Most Confident People
I’m here to tell you there are proven ways to improve your self-confidence that will drive real, long lasting change in your life.
How to Be 10% Better in 2020
I’m an avid reader. It’s the best way I know to “sharpen my axe”and continuously improve. Last year I read 40 books. Included among them is a favorite that I’ve read three times already. Carol Dweck’s Mindset: “The New Psychology of Success.
Here Are The 7 Most Powerful Ways To Have a Better Year
Instead I’d like you challenge you to be brave and address these 7 key anchors to having a better year. They’ll take daily time and attention, but they’ll have the greatest impact.
Why You Need to Stop Asking For Permission
I had lunch with a friend today. She told me she wished there were other people in her industry that used social media to promote what they were doing. I told her to be the first. I told her not to ask for permission and do it. She cringed at first, and but after she saw the beads of sweat build up on my upper lip and realized that I was dead serious with my advice she perked up. Here’s what I told her:
How to Know You’re On the Right Path
Two years ago, my Father had come home from the hospital and was settling in for the evening. Leaving his room that night, I kissed him and told him I loved him. He called to me. “Christopher!” I turned, standing in the doorway and replied: “yeah Dad?” He said, “keep up the good work.” I replied, “ok, Dad.”
I sort of chuckled to myself at the absurdity of the comment. No context. A simple directive. I didn’t think much of it and went about my evening. Those would be the last words my Father would ever speak to me.
It’s difficult to write that sentence. It was two years ago, and as I write this I can feel a deep swell of emotion in my chest. I used to run from that emotion. Dad was ill for six years. I didn’t allow myself to feel the terror of his terminal diagnosis of ALS-Lou Gehrig’s disease.
I drank a scotch to numb the pain. I worked too much to avoid speaking about my pain with my wife. I lost myself.