CC Minus 460: Mark My Words !

No MATTER what I think on Sept 1, 2011....... HAND IN YOUR PAPERS !@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CC Minus 466: Baby Steps to What's Next

Was invited to speak at a conference yesterday. Oh what fun. I LOVE doing this. I LOVE a big audience. I LOVE sharing new things, stretching people's thinking, putting new ideas out there, engaging in a dialogue about how things can be different.

Lots of people came up afterwards inviting me to speak to their organization, get copies of my materials, ask more questions. hmmmm ..... me thinks there might be an opportunity here!

Makes me realize, I don't have the first clue about how to put myself out there in the 'market'. I'm completed locked up in a corporation prison. Not sure I know how to survive outside. How will I feed myself and find a purpose when I'm on the outside?

CC Minus 472: Live, Love, Learn, Leave a Legacy

Went to a colleague's memorial service yesterday. She was just 55. One day she was sending emails, sitting at her desk in her cubicle, the next day she was sick ,, missed a few days. Then I got an email that she had passed away. WHAT??? How could that go so quickly, so quietly almost without notice.

Seems that our organization is like a dark, still, pool of water. Whether you are in the water or not, when you withdraw nothing changes. Nobody notices. So why do we give our soul over to these corporate machines?

Don't know.

OMG - I have a Follower and a KM Rock Star to boot!

My pulse quickened and my level of optimism shot up, when I saved my latest personal musing and saw that David Gurteen had signed up as a Follower. I really appreciate your presence on the internet David. It's people like you who have stimulated my desire to experiment out here. I'm honored that you visited my Blog. I thought I was practicing here in a quiet corner of the net, so am invigorated by the connection.

It raises the bar, when you know that someone might actually see what you write !

CC Minus 473: Dreaming of Retirement

First time I actually had a dream about retirement. So we had the farewell lunch (no details about that) and then I left (no details about that either). That was it, however the next day I woke up and realized that in all the excitement I hadn't cleared out my desk. Nothing. Then there was a complicated series of steps to try to get back "in" to get my things. By the time I jumped all the necessary hurdles, some of my things had been boxed up, most was missing. I was not happy.
Lots of potential hidden and dark messages buried in here:
- if I leave will I lose all my capabilities to do anything?
- will I be able to get back "in" to doing any work, if I want to?
- will I be so disorganized when I leave that I won't pack up my stuff?
- am I so disorganized now, that I wouldn't prepare for this event?
Oh boy ... lots to process !

CC Minus 483: It feels like I'm staring at Armageddon

This is just another reminder to get out while you can! I'm staring at this huge nightmare, uncontrollable beast of a project. I know that it's going to result in LONG hours, LOTS of stress, SLEEPLESS nights, blood, sweat and tears, and YIKES!!!!! I don't want to do this again.

Soooo remember that when I have a chance to bail before the tsunami hits, hit the escape button! OK?! Don't forget!