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What’s happening now in my outer and inner worlds (above and below the line) (inspired by Derek Sivers and Graham Allcott)

January 2019 I’m listening for life

Ten years ago I wrote a blog post. It was an effort, but I managed it. A few weeks later, I managed a 2nd one and a month or so after that, a 3rd. But I could not find the energy to produce a 4th. There was no life in it.

Now this month, a decade later, a phrase has been growing - ‘Listen for life’. So I will soon publish a first blog and a 2nd and a 3rd and, if there continues to be life in it, a 4th and more.

Like the diary I kept every day for 20 years from the age of 11, NOW has been a reflection - not on the happenings at the end of each day as then, but every month. From now on, I will bring NOW up to date every quarter and it will live here.

CEO’s crisis stories will be told

In the middle of January, friend and collaborator Debbie Bannigan told me ‘just start, you’re good at this stuff’. After two years of ruminating about how we could convey the experiences of third sector chief executives who find themselves in crisis, Debbie was right. Just f***ing get on with it (expletive mine not hers)

So I’ve started hearing voices, the voices of the hundreds of CEOs I’ve coached through crisis since 2002. Their story will be told, so that others are less likely to land in that place and will better survive if they do.

Watch this space.

Comfortably conversational in four languages

The path (Weg, chemin, camino) to being comfortably conversant in four languages is proving to be a long one. French was the language of childhood family camping holidays, german was a dalliance at university, a trip to Vienna and then found form in my marriage to Korinna from southern Germany. Spanish was a trip into an exotic colourful world.

This month, each has taken a step toward towards fulfilling a life ambition. With my patient and skilled language teacher Monika I am yet again plunging the chilly depths of german grammar. I have joined French Toastmasters and am facing the fear and doing it anyway each time I stand up and give a little speech in French. Spanish is everywhere here in Malaga, where I write this, and am hopeful that a week of total immersion in coffee and tapas will persuade my brain to increase its capacity for palabras españolas.

Posted on 31-01-2019 at 22:03