When I start working with a group of managers, one of the questions I ask is what self-development efforts they’ve undertaken recently. Overwhelmingly - 90+% of the time, the answer boils down to, “Not much”. Sometimes they mention a book that came out 10 years ago. I admit to always having a drop in energy when I hear it, even though I know it’s coming. I think, “gee, if they won’t do it for themselves, why would they do it for me?”
So, in the spirit of making it easier, If i read a book, I’ll post about it. I’ll include fiction, because I read a lot of fiction, too. I’ve read 11 books so far this month, I think - couple more to go this week. If you want to know how I have time, I have three answers:
(a) I “have” no more “time” than you do. It’s just more important to me, I guess. It’s okay to not read. If you don’t want to, or don’t like it, that’s fine. But it’s not okay to not read and then complain about what you don’t know. The person who can read and doesn’t is no different than the person who can’t.
(b) LESS TV.
(c) Airplanes without power adapters for my laptop, and just-not-quite-long-enough-layovers to get mail.
So, here’s my first installment.
The Notebook. Fiction, by Nicholas Sparks. My favorite book. I’ve read it 20 times, and will read it again soon, but won’t blog again on it.
Love is the most wonderful force in the universe, and not a bad touchstone for managers, either.
Work is work. It’s wonderful, and fulfilling, and so much fun it seems like I oughta pay for the privilege. But life is not work. Life is… love.