This is not going to be a long post. I just finished the facilitating the biggest open space of my career — about 300 people intensely sharing their passions for six hours — and frankly, I’m both exhausted and delirious.
I’m not sure where I found it first — perhaps the august people at Art of Manliness — but I really enjoyed surfing through the Dirty Yoga site. Admittedly, I have a weakness for all things retro (I’d be 100% steampunkified if I could afford it) but more than that I have a weakness for…
Today I woke to nothing but good news.
A positive, caring text message from my personal assistant. An email sharing the joy of an evening well-spent by a friend in Ann Arbor (illustrated, no less). A request from a major news network for an interview…
val·ue: to regard or esteem highly: He values her friendship.
cher·ish: to cling fondly or inveterately to: to cherish a memory.
de·vo·te: profoundly dedicate; consecrate
This is a bonus post, since I now have some Dirty Yoga to report:
My first real day of practicing Dirty Yoga happened on one of the worst days possible. Namely, it has been unbelievably gorgeous here in Seattle, and I really wanted to be outside. Unfortunately, my flat is…
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Welcome! So glad to see you, finally. I’ve been expecting you. Here, have some wine — it’s a wonderful German red, “Dornfelder Rheinhesen”, and I’ve been saving it with some of this cheddar for just this occasion.
All the bad days have two things in common: You know the right thing to do, but you let somebody talk you out of doing it.- Tom Bihn as quoted by Chris Guillebeau, The $100 Startup
And you say to yourself, this is not my beautiful house…this is not my beautiful…
Technically I missed a day. Finally, after 92 posts, I missed the deadline and a Monday went by without a post on love.
I had the best of excuses. I was ending a long weekend at a conference filled with people and subjects and activities I love. Plus, it was Memorial Day…
…even if you’re not playing with a full deck.
That phrase came up in a a workshop brainstorming session about intimacy and vulnerability. It speaks to one of the more difficult aspects of love: the courage to admit you do.
Every once in a while I’m taken by what I call “Talking Heads Syndrome.” That is, I find myself behind the wheel of a large automobile, and I realize This is not my beautiful house. This is not my beautiful wife.
How did I get here?
I’m starting to lose my faith in habits.
The conventional wisdom is that anything you do for twenty-one days in a row becomes a habit, and therefore becomes far easier to do — in fact, it becomes harder to not-do whatever that practice is.
Greetings from Ypsilanti, Michigan, where I’m staying with a close friend for a couple of days before heading to Chicago where I’ll be facilitating the biggest unconference of my career. On friday, I’ll be holding an open space for 500–700 people traveling from all over the world…
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