If I look back at my previous posts, it probably sounds like my current job is slightly better than contracting the plague. Those are the bad days. But as I often say, we humans are wired to obsess over the negative, letting the positive moments drift by without giving them…

In my 50s, my brain still likes to think it’s in its 20s. But let’s face it, there’s some mileage on the chassis now, and the body rears its head every so often to remind me. Take my knee, for example. It greets me with a dull ache after too…

I am a firm believer that we humans need a little friction in our lives. We need stress. I talked about this a while back ( The Stress Vacuum: Why Retirement Won’t End Anxiety), but a recent conversation with my “guys group” reminded me of just how stupidly we behave when…

As I continue my career lesson series, I am wondering what teaches us better lessons: our failures or our successes. For the previous posts – see below Part 1 of the series – The Greatest Teacher, failure is – Planes, Math, and the Red Light District, Part 2 – The Greatest…

It stung.  Like a Light saber waxing.    In my 30-year career, my longest job was my last one; I was there for seven and a half years. I have been gone for a year about a year. So today I wanted to reflect on it. The last Death Star made…