TSW
… at re-boot camp
Wednesday July 23, 2014
Drinking the kool-aid , both funny and horrid phrase, has come to mean buy-in.
I believe buy-in comes slowly for most people.
Was I skeptical?
I’d be surprised if I wasn’t.
Not because I’m getting long-in-the-tooth, not because I’m set in my ways, not because I see many things skeptically or with suspicion.
And, the cost isn’t small.
I thought, at worst, I’d learn some clever tricks about packaging a training course, and how I could sell one with a premier price tag.
While I easily and honestly represent myself as open minded, receptive to change, I have real resistance to schemes.
Apparent contradiction?
Normal?
Healthy?
Or is that just ‘the old me’?
Initially I was thinking this would be a great change of pace.
Big take-away yesterday?
I’m more aligned with this program than I expected.
This stuff works.
I was resistant when I first heard of it.
Some time-worn so-show-me skepticism.
I’ve been around my industry nearly forty years.
I’ve seen my share of self-help and sales training programs. At first blush this one seemed to have elements of NLP .
I became convinced by others who found it helped their business enormously.
Really, how bad could it be?
Even if I didn’t like it or find value – a few days in a nice place seemed a good idea.
I’m one day in to a four day installation. Yes, like loading new software on my computer; in part new tools, in part a new operating system, in part a re-boot of my life.
A day ago I wasn’t a skeptic, but open to being a believer.
Today - “kool-aid anyone?”.
Mark Kolke
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column written/ published from Fort Collins, Colorado
morning walk: 19C / 66F, mostly clear, light breeze – awesome walk in early morning darkness under a crescent moon – some cyclists and dog walkers out early too. Peaceful. I like this place.
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