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Saturday Nov. 30, 2013
I’ve been in ‘reduce footprint’ mode, needing far less, not vigil, but purging ‘thing-ventory’, for quite some time. Somehow, I still have stuff!
I have the right attitude, right?
Ingrained practice?
Not all inclusive yet.
Like dieting. Great notions, eating less, better, exercising more, but sustained actions must match.
I (perhaps many of us) tell good stories, sell ourselves clever bold initiatives.
When actions fall short, initiatives wither, fail.
I am in pursuit of an opportunity.
It will re-focus, massively energize my working life (understating), impact every element of my life.
All inclusive.
Helped by conversations yesterday:
Encouraging words. Thank you MK.
Discussion. BT challenged me to stretch harder than ‘272 words’, more succinct ‘elevator presentations’. State case, explain, make point. In 10 words. Or 6. He has. Wow.
Après dinner, on a roll, (monopolized conversation – sorry CM), telling stories, things that came full circle, connections, relationships, how enormous challenges landed near my feet. How policy and sausage are made. Why I picked them up (or they picked me?). Where those experiences led. Energy flowed, confirming something for me – I am on track, I am an ‘all inclusive me’ who can tackle challenges, problems and projects. I guess, in talking about some of those adventures – sometimes tilting at windmills. Sometimes tipping windmills over, or saying ‘why a windmill?’. Multi-parted elements of fearlessness, relentlessness – oblivious of roadblocks.
Revelation.
I am the only roadblock on my path.
BT, here you go, 5 words: you are the only roadblock
Next time you confront a problem, ask colleagues, opponents and detractors, if they are the roadblock, of if you are?
Simple.
All inclusive, is it not?
Mark Kolke
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column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 0C / 32F, just melting now, overcast, mild breeze, busy around here as month-end-moving-mode takes hold of this project … where nobody knows who lives next to, over or under them – transience of life, the breeze will take those stuff-laden trucks to new homes and garbage bins overflow with all the ‘stuff’ left behind.
