What if has had both a paralyzing and catapulting effect on my life. At the age of 23, I began the battle of severe panic attacks. The first attacked happened on an elevator, then an airplane. Their existence manifested into driving across bridges, movie theatres, spreading to standing in lines at grocery stores. I found myself removing the possibility or What if they were to happen by withdrawing from any event where they might raise their head.
What if was a question that began to freeze me into non-action. It became my worst enemy. Through counseling, medication, and prayer, the dread has been lifted. Today What if has become my best friend. Here is the change…
It’s been fun researching best practices of world-class leaders. When I spoke to Scott Eblin, President of the Eblin Group, I was stunned when he challenged me with this statement:
Leaders control the weather!
After letting it sink in, he continued that in the office the leader literally throws a switch on the atmosphere the team functions in. Is it
My heart sank when our Pomeranian, Penelope Lynn, escaped the front door and careened across the yard, heading directly toward an approaching car. Since she has more job security in my family than I do, I raced to head her off. As I neared the street, due to what felt was jet propulsion, I lost my footing and found myself hurling head first toward the concrete. In an attempt to break my fall, I threw my hands forward. I was somewhat successful. First, Penelynn is fine. For some reason, the first question I’m always asked is “how’s the dog”. Second, my fall was broken, no concussion or facial abrasions. Smile intact.
Unfortunately, it came at the expense of
I really didn’t want to work out this morning. I had a very late night at the computer compiling notes from a coaching session which I thought gave me an excuse to hit the snooze a few times. After struggling to get out from under the covers, I decided there wasn’t enough time to get in both cardio and strength training. But maybe I could spend a few minutes on the elliptical machine, kind of a cross-country skiing machine that lightens the load on aging knees and ankles (that’s what old people tell me they wrestle with).
As I walked into the gym, the owner of Thermal Fitness, Rodrick Woods, was pushing one of his clients beyond what they thought were their limits. In between their grunting (and I think profanity), I asked Rodrick “What are YOU doing to raise the bar today?” He and I have this cool relationship, I pointed out to him that his gift was to work on body and health, I work on head and heart.
His response was evasive. He answered my question with a question:
The recruiting process is supposedly designed to ferret out talent a potential employee possesses, to provide insight in selecting the right person to join our team. So why do people appear to succeed in previous roles, then fall short of expectations when we hire them? Development of recruiting approaches in recent years has honed the process of
You would think the scoreboard would indicate how successful a professional football team is. “That’s only part of the equation” explained Jamie Roote, President of the Houston Texans. We were discussing what it took to build world-class high-performance teams. “One of the key questions we ask ourselves is are we creating memorable moments?” His belief is each week not only the players, but also everyone from the parking lot to the front office is responsible for what fans experience.
As Father’s Day approaches, I started reflecting on the importance of memorable moments in all aspects of our lives.
My dad, Joe, loved taking his grandkids to the farm. One day, out of curiosity he asked one of my nieces, Amanda, (who is now has a household with five kids) if she had a special memory from adventures on his farm. She went into great detail of the special swing Dad made for her and the other young ones in the family. Now, this was a unique swing
Many of us have dreams that almost seem like a fantasy. Today I’m witnessing a dream become a reality right before my eyes.
When Nikki was 10 years old she walked up and boldly declared “I want to be a Vet.” When I asked why she explained, “I saw how much the bill was for Colonel (our dog) and it was ridiculous”. Curiously I asked, “How much will you charge?
I told her clients will be lining up!
15 years later the fire in her eyes never dimmed.
Today she walks across the stage at Texas A&M University’s Veterinary College of Medicine as Dr. Nikki.
At lunch last week I asked her what she had to fight along the way to get through, in order to make this dream move from fantasy to reality. We built this list: