Today my friend Deb sent me a link to a fabulous blog titled Place Yourself in the Presence of Greatness by Leo Babauta. In his piece he says, "You learn to see greatness when you happen upon it, and that is a true gift. It’s not just in famous people, but in commoners like us. If you learn to look. If you recognize it for greatness, and then use it to move you.
"And soon, you use the greatness all around you to reach for greatness yourself.
"And eventually, you realize that you’re always in the presence of greatness … because the greatness is within you.
"And learning that? That’s the greatest gift ever."
What that brought to mind for me is we all have the capability of being great, to be leaders (regardless of title or level). By being authentic to ourselves and others, living our word and paying attention to our impact on others as well as their impact on us, we can be even greater.
I love reading what brings to light something I didn't know before as well as affirming what I always believed. For me a great one is someone who lives their life in direct proportion to the commitments they make and keep. It's not about money, title, position or power. It's about authenticity and truth, caring and consideration. As long as I'm open to learning I'll recognize that everyone in the world knows something more about life and living it than I do and can learn from them.
Yes. Each of us does have greatness within. What I charge you with is to remove all the ways of being that might be causing your greatness to diminish. Some of these are having power over people rather than with them, over-committing and underdelivering, making promises and breaking them and thinking saying sorry again and again will make it all better and most of all, letting pride get in the way of doing the right thing.
What else might be standing in your way of greatness? What do you have to let go of?
Friday, May 13, 2011
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Overextended into Overwhelm?
For some reason this time of year is overwhelm time. Clients and colleagues alike are overextended, scrambling, juggling and trying to keep their heads above water. They're not honoring commitments or deadlines which is impacting other's trust in them. Their solution of "If I finish these two things I'll be ahead of the game" gets tossed out the window because they don't realize (when they make that declaration) that ten other things have hit their desks in the interim. For those in positions of leadership, they're also dealing with staffers who are overwhelmed, behind schedule, missing deadlines and therefore further impacting my clients and their deliverables.
You don't have to be running a huge organization for this to happen. It's occurring at all levels. So what do you do to fix it? Nothing. You start from scratch. You don't fix. You create, design and build.
Trying to shuffle or re-prioritize won't help you deal with the overwhelm or get on top of all the stuff that you're bombarded with. Starting from scratch will enable you to build something relevant for now and into the future, prune out what's no longer relevant and simplify.
Start with the question (you've heard this before so it might be time to start doing it) "What do I have to let go of?" and then follow up with "Who do I need to work with? What tools do I have to start incorporating? What is no longer relevant in the scheme of things and can be dropped?" and very important in my book, "Will what I'm doing right now help me build something successful?" If you don't have those answers, then definitely stop, take stock of where you're going and why and then start moving towards it.
The other great thing about starting from scratch is you have a clearer view of what direction to take. You don't have 100 things weighing you down which takes your eye off the ball.
You choose. What, when where and with whom.
You don't have to be running a huge organization for this to happen. It's occurring at all levels. So what do you do to fix it? Nothing. You start from scratch. You don't fix. You create, design and build.
Trying to shuffle or re-prioritize won't help you deal with the overwhelm or get on top of all the stuff that you're bombarded with. Starting from scratch will enable you to build something relevant for now and into the future, prune out what's no longer relevant and simplify.
Start with the question (you've heard this before so it might be time to start doing it) "What do I have to let go of?" and then follow up with "Who do I need to work with? What tools do I have to start incorporating? What is no longer relevant in the scheme of things and can be dropped?" and very important in my book, "Will what I'm doing right now help me build something successful?" If you don't have those answers, then definitely stop, take stock of where you're going and why and then start moving towards it.
The other great thing about starting from scratch is you have a clearer view of what direction to take. You don't have 100 things weighing you down which takes your eye off the ball.
You choose. What, when where and with whom.
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Making a Decision
What's stopping you from starting something? Are you looking at every possible reason why something won't work or are you looking at every possibility as to why it will. What would be the worst thing that might happen if you dive in and just do it?
Waiting until "Condition Perfect"? Perfect time, perfect audience, perfect customers, perfect economy....
I don't know about you but the last time all the stars were aligned so everything was perfect was, well actually...never. I prefer to dive in as what I have to offer will be perfect timing, perfect audience...perfect for some.
No time like the present. A way to get started is with Seth Godin's Poke the Box. Click here for the accompanying free workbook.
Waiting until "Condition Perfect"? Perfect time, perfect audience, perfect customers, perfect economy....
I don't know about you but the last time all the stars were aligned so everything was perfect was, well actually...never. I prefer to dive in as what I have to offer will be perfect timing, perfect audience...perfect for some.
No time like the present. A way to get started is with Seth Godin's Poke the Box. Click here for the accompanying free workbook.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Commit vs. Placate
def: Commitment is between two or more persons where the first person undertakes in the future to render some service, gift or assurance.
It's not placating, or proverbially patting someone on the head to get them off your back or make them feel better. It's committedness, being sincere, an obligation and a promise.
I often hear people make commitments they can't keep, they have no intention of keeping or make them without any forethought or basis for making them. My question when I see this unfold is "What are the ramifications upon ramifications upon ramifications if you don't honour your commitments?"
It's not about making excuses why what you committed to didn't happen. It's about making sure you can honestly make that commitment in the first place and, if not, being open and direct enough to say so. Broken commitments (or your word) will be remembered forever as will honesty, transparency and the williness to come up with a true commitment you can honor.
It speaks to trust. You are your word after all.
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Triggered Memories
“Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.“ - Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses.
This is a perfect day to write. Scent triggered memories….I remember when I wrote about that way back when. The scent of the snow-covered pines in the back brought this to mind as I swept the snow off the path this morning. I remember the same smell of the evergreens and pines from every weekend, every winter holiday when we went up to the country. Montrealers didn’t call it a cottage, it was a country house or "we were going to the country" but never "to the cottage." Amazing how language changes from place to place.
We had a great house with red doors on dark stained pine. The house was built into the side of the mountain down the road from my grandparent’s place that was perched on the top on a cliff overlooking the lake. My aunt and uncle had a place right across the road and cousins, who bought our guest house, were on other side of us. It was a magical place. We’d drive through the red gates and the rest of the world would fade away. People were always coming and going, family and friends coming for the day or longer. Unless it was a hot summer day a fire was always going in the huge stone fireplace in the corner, there were books everywhere, needlework in all stages of completion that my mother and I did, a jigsaw puzzle in the works on the dining room table and cards, games, and of course music going all the time.
We’d cook up a storm, lay the tablecloth over the puzzle very carefully so it could be lifted off, puzzle waiting for whoever wanted to find that missing piece. It had a warmth, a sense of home that was felt the moment anyone walked through the door. Everything about it said ‘welcome’.
At the lake there was a boathouse, also with a large red garage door and red trimmed windows. There was a small apartment on top with a balcony overlooking the water. I can’t remember anyone ever staying there but it was my favourite place. A place I could go especially at night, lay on my back on the balcony seemingly overlooking the water and look up at a gazillion stars blinking back and perhaps a stolen kiss in a quiet moment where whispered conversation would fade away.
It was a place where no pressure, chaos, crazy schedules existed….just times by the lake, walks in the woods, picking raspberries, making jam, flying saucers in the snow, the crunch of the cold snow under our boots as we braved the cold.
It was an amazing place.
New Year’s we’d watch old movies if they were on, Harvey, the six foot three and a half inch rabbit, being one of my favourites. We’d often go for a sleigh ride under warm blankets to bring the new year in.
We didn't rely on TV, though we had one, an old black and white, and video games and computers weren't around then, thank goodness. We'd be outside most of the day to come in to a roaring fire and hot drink. My treasured pump organ was next to the fire and I'd have fun trying to churn out a song or two.
Long walks in the woods to the country store for milk to that extra few feet around the bend so we could see if the small waterfall in the creek had frozen over yet...wandering down to the lake to skate when it was cold enough and some of the snow had been cleared. We went flying saucering down the hill outside my aunt and uncle's place and I'd often climb the hill to wake my cousin Mark up to go skiing. We'd pile our stuff into cars and many of us would drive to the other side of the mountain to tackle the hills of Belle Neige. I thought I knew that place like the back of my hand as we skiied unmarked trails. That's until my cousin Jeffrey, being a gentleman, said "After you!" and I went off a cliff. So much for my skiing days...
We never had trouble sleeping, though my father, a firm believer of fresh air, would open the windows in our bedrooms at night. We slept like logs in the country air, but try getting us out to step onto the cold floor in the morning.
We all screamed at him.
He kept doing it.
Mom would send Dad to Ste. Agathe to the bakery to pick up TWO BREADS.
He got the bread…..sometimes.
Sometimes he forgot because he was so busy buying everything else in the place from mini hors d'oeuvres to cold cuts, coffee cakes and everything else he couldn't pass up because it looked so good, he'd often have to go back for the bread! The owners of the bakery must have made their monthly sales quota each time he walked into their store. And the freezer downstairs kept filling and filling....
Some of the traditions live on even here. There is often a roaring fire going. Winter time a jigsaw puzzle is on the dining room table for anyone to try to find that specific piece or the edge right there. There’s still some needlework happening, a quilt close by so I can put in a few stitches here and there and music always going.
I miss that place.
Just like Lac Paquin, as I learned from my parents, the special people in our lives are always welcome. If there’s something to serve them they help themselves and if not there’s always a cup of tea or coffee, or a glass of wine and a conversation waiting to happen and the rest unfolds as it should.
The trees that surround the house remind me of those in the country, once in a while Harvey, the six foot three and a half inch rabbit makes an appearance on TV and yes, music is always going.
It’s what home should be….welcoming and warm, a place that stays in our hearts and minds forever.
Wishing you many wonderful memories in the making for 2011.
Best,
Donna Karlin
This is a perfect day to write. Scent triggered memories….I remember when I wrote about that way back when. The scent of the snow-covered pines in the back brought this to mind as I swept the snow off the path this morning. I remember the same smell of the evergreens and pines from every weekend, every winter holiday when we went up to the country. Montrealers didn’t call it a cottage, it was a country house or "we were going to the country" but never "to the cottage." Amazing how language changes from place to place.
We had a great house with red doors on dark stained pine. The house was built into the side of the mountain down the road from my grandparent’s place that was perched on the top on a cliff overlooking the lake. My aunt and uncle had a place right across the road and cousins, who bought our guest house, were on other side of us. It was a magical place. We’d drive through the red gates and the rest of the world would fade away. People were always coming and going, family and friends coming for the day or longer. Unless it was a hot summer day a fire was always going in the huge stone fireplace in the corner, there were books everywhere, needlework in all stages of completion that my mother and I did, a jigsaw puzzle in the works on the dining room table and cards, games, and of course music going all the time.
We’d cook up a storm, lay the tablecloth over the puzzle very carefully so it could be lifted off, puzzle waiting for whoever wanted to find that missing piece. It had a warmth, a sense of home that was felt the moment anyone walked through the door. Everything about it said ‘welcome’.
At the lake there was a boathouse, also with a large red garage door and red trimmed windows. There was a small apartment on top with a balcony overlooking the water. I can’t remember anyone ever staying there but it was my favourite place. A place I could go especially at night, lay on my back on the balcony seemingly overlooking the water and look up at a gazillion stars blinking back and perhaps a stolen kiss in a quiet moment where whispered conversation would fade away.
It was a place where no pressure, chaos, crazy schedules existed….just times by the lake, walks in the woods, picking raspberries, making jam, flying saucers in the snow, the crunch of the cold snow under our boots as we braved the cold.
It was an amazing place.
New Year’s we’d watch old movies if they were on, Harvey, the six foot three and a half inch rabbit, being one of my favourites. We’d often go for a sleigh ride under warm blankets to bring the new year in.
We didn't rely on TV, though we had one, an old black and white, and video games and computers weren't around then, thank goodness. We'd be outside most of the day to come in to a roaring fire and hot drink. My treasured pump organ was next to the fire and I'd have fun trying to churn out a song or two.
Long walks in the woods to the country store for milk to that extra few feet around the bend so we could see if the small waterfall in the creek had frozen over yet...wandering down to the lake to skate when it was cold enough and some of the snow had been cleared. We went flying saucering down the hill outside my aunt and uncle's place and I'd often climb the hill to wake my cousin Mark up to go skiing. We'd pile our stuff into cars and many of us would drive to the other side of the mountain to tackle the hills of Belle Neige. I thought I knew that place like the back of my hand as we skiied unmarked trails. That's until my cousin Jeffrey, being a gentleman, said "After you!" and I went off a cliff. So much for my skiing days...
We never had trouble sleeping, though my father, a firm believer of fresh air, would open the windows in our bedrooms at night. We slept like logs in the country air, but try getting us out to step onto the cold floor in the morning.
We all screamed at him.
He kept doing it.
Mom would send Dad to Ste. Agathe to the bakery to pick up TWO BREADS.
He got the bread…..sometimes.
Sometimes he forgot because he was so busy buying everything else in the place from mini hors d'oeuvres to cold cuts, coffee cakes and everything else he couldn't pass up because it looked so good, he'd often have to go back for the bread! The owners of the bakery must have made their monthly sales quota each time he walked into their store. And the freezer downstairs kept filling and filling....
Some of the traditions live on even here. There is often a roaring fire going. Winter time a jigsaw puzzle is on the dining room table for anyone to try to find that specific piece or the edge right there. There’s still some needlework happening, a quilt close by so I can put in a few stitches here and there and music always going.
I miss that place.
Just like Lac Paquin, as I learned from my parents, the special people in our lives are always welcome. If there’s something to serve them they help themselves and if not there’s always a cup of tea or coffee, or a glass of wine and a conversation waiting to happen and the rest unfolds as it should.
The trees that surround the house remind me of those in the country, once in a while Harvey, the six foot three and a half inch rabbit makes an appearance on TV and yes, music is always going.
It’s what home should be….welcoming and warm, a place that stays in our hearts and minds forever.
Wishing you many wonderful memories in the making for 2011.
Best,
Donna Karlin
Monday, January 03, 2011
Tips for Making 2011 Great
I am continually reflecting on what worked for me in 2010 and what didn't so I can make the changes necessary in order to simplify my life and make it better. To that end, here are some tips to help create a great 2011.
1. Stop and think before saying "yes". Before diving in I now ask myself "Will I learn from this? Will I be supporting someone else in their learning without taking on the responsibility for whatever 'it' is? Will 'it' make a difference? Or, in other words, is it time well spent or a waste of time? Bottom line is, time is all we've got.
2. Eliminate delay. This continues to be my motto...how do I have to live my life so I don't throw away time which is a very precious commodity? I want to be a responder not a reactor and I don't want a list the length of my arm of "shoulds", "have-tos" and "haven't gotten tos yet". Do you?
3. Don't lose relationships because of busy-ness, thinking posting through social media is a replacement for one-on-one relationships or being so over extended there's no space for the people in your life.I don't want to have so much on the go that I sacrifice my relationships with the special people in my life. In other words, my reality check question is "What do you have to let go of?"
4. Sensitize yourself...be aware of everything around you and how you process it all. Pay attention to the world around you. Pay attention to your intuition. Pay attention to people. Ask them about their stories. Be mindful. You will learn more from paying attention than anything else.
5. Attitude is contagious. You can choose what you want that to be. The same goes for how much you respect yourself. Coming full circle to #1, if you say yes to everything because you don't set your boundaries, you are, in effect, letting others determine your choices in life. I don't know about you but I value my life way too much to let that happen. Donna, what about you?
If there are others you think would benefit us all, please let us know and add to this list.
May 2011 be great!
1. Stop and think before saying "yes". Before diving in I now ask myself "Will I learn from this? Will I be supporting someone else in their learning without taking on the responsibility for whatever 'it' is? Will 'it' make a difference? Or, in other words, is it time well spent or a waste of time? Bottom line is, time is all we've got.
2. Eliminate delay. This continues to be my motto...how do I have to live my life so I don't throw away time which is a very precious commodity? I want to be a responder not a reactor and I don't want a list the length of my arm of "shoulds", "have-tos" and "haven't gotten tos yet". Do you?
3. Don't lose relationships because of busy-ness, thinking posting through social media is a replacement for one-on-one relationships or being so over extended there's no space for the people in your life.I don't want to have so much on the go that I sacrifice my relationships with the special people in my life. In other words, my reality check question is "What do you have to let go of?"
4. Sensitize yourself...be aware of everything around you and how you process it all. Pay attention to the world around you. Pay attention to your intuition. Pay attention to people. Ask them about their stories. Be mindful. You will learn more from paying attention than anything else.
5. Attitude is contagious. You can choose what you want that to be. The same goes for how much you respect yourself. Coming full circle to #1, if you say yes to everything because you don't set your boundaries, you are, in effect, letting others determine your choices in life. I don't know about you but I value my life way too much to let that happen. Donna, what about you?
If there are others you think would benefit us all, please let us know and add to this list.
May 2011 be great!
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Five Tips to Leading Virtual Teams
On one of my networking sites, I posed the question "What has to change in order to effectively lead virtual teams?"
As organizations are increasingly decentralizing, and social networks have a greater organizational presence, how has that impacted leadership?
The answers I received were what I had expected....unfortunately.
The dynamics of virtual teams are very different than in-person teams. The connection, the sense of relationship and collaboration is not as present. Staff can't wander into your office to ask a question or even feel that personal presence when seeing their leader or manager walk through the halls of the building. It harder to feel that sense of team when you might be spread all over the city, country or globe. So leaders have to take notice. Those entering the workforce have to notice as well as their working relationships will be different than in the past.
I've been working on material for guest lectures and keynotes. Organizations are looking for direction on how to lead in an increasingly virtual world. With the advent of social media and teams connected by technology, relationships have to be forged, however in a new way. If you can't create that connection and strong, cohesive team, then you won't produce. And you know what that means.
So here are some tips to point you in a direction:
As organizations are increasingly decentralizing, and social networks have a greater organizational presence, how has that impacted leadership?
The answers I received were what I had expected....unfortunately.
The dynamics of virtual teams are very different than in-person teams. The connection, the sense of relationship and collaboration is not as present. Staff can't wander into your office to ask a question or even feel that personal presence when seeing their leader or manager walk through the halls of the building. It harder to feel that sense of team when you might be spread all over the city, country or globe. So leaders have to take notice. Those entering the workforce have to notice as well as their working relationships will be different than in the past.
I've been working on material for guest lectures and keynotes. Organizations are looking for direction on how to lead in an increasingly virtual world. With the advent of social media and teams connected by technology, relationships have to be forged, however in a new way. If you can't create that connection and strong, cohesive team, then you won't produce. And you know what that means.
So here are some tips to point you in a direction:
- Make it personal. Start the conversation off with a question that invites people to share who they are, not only what they do. I call them tidbits.
- Find out something they have in common. Half the fun is finding out what that may be (and make take place over numerous calls.
- Bring video in if at all possible. Seeing everyone's faces makes it more personal (and keeps their attention on the virtual meetings).
- Follow-up the calls with a short email. Stay in touch so the staff doesn't feel isolated and ignored.
- Change the timing of the meetings to honor all time zones.
Remember you're working with people through technology, not the other way around.
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