My daughter is in the phase where she’s always asking me “why?”, so she asks me, “Why do you go to work?” …and I hate how a toddler has given me so much pause… because I don’t like my answer.
Here’s a window into an internal struggle:
Do you work for a company with an inspiring vision? Why the heck not? And why do you choose to spend your days contributing to a group that’s not improving humanity?
And now, here’s my struggle as I iterate on my Agility:
Why continue to focus on how things are being built & done when what we are building & doing is not improving humanity?
What do I tell my 2-year-old daughter? Continue reading
plot: (4 min. read) Man starts a consultancy, has fun, and spreads the Agile mindset to change the world. And himself.
subplot: Man awakens the inherent change agent in the audience, asks to be a co-conspirator on their journey, and asks them to be a co-conspirator on his.
Hi. Help me change the world. I’ll tell you how in a second.
Oh, I have your attention? It helps when I use grandiose ideals like “change the world”, but I’m not
baby goating kidding. Continue reading
Why do you do what you do?
There. Don’t read the rest of this blog post. Just chew on the above for a solid minute. Five minutes, if you’re generous with yourself. Ten minutes, if you’re on a roll. Twenty minutes, if you’ve lost track of time and the thought of a growing inbox squeezed itself to the forefront. An hour, if you’re on one of those monk-like retreats where you’re on a vow of silence, and yet you’re reading blogs, like mine. A day, if you’re a fasting, silenting, enlightenmenting, non-showering, monkish type.
I mean, if you do decide to read on, you’ll see my notes on Start With Why, the book by Simon Sinek, as well as the results of what the book inspired me to do: figure out why I do what I do. Continue reading
(The following is what I shared with my co-workers today shortly after noon, Boston time, the day after we elected Trump to the presidency.)
To those of us who voted, hello there. This is for you.
I was born in a literal kingdom (…of Saudi Arabia) 8,000 miles away, onto soil that was… not home. I spent the first half of my life (17 years) there, surrounded by ex-patriots knowing one day we’d all… go home. One day, we’d go live in America, and do American things, like vote.
That’s why yesterday was special for me. I got to vote yesterday.
In the hope of connecting to others’ humanity ( [robot face] [winking face] ), and at the risk of sounding unprofessional, I’ll share my candidate didn’t win the presidency, and this has gotten me to think about what it means to vote. ( controversial hook / tension builds… ) Continue reading
Since becoming a full-time ScrumMaster, I haven’t written much, unless it reflected on a significant event I wanted captured:
And through a year since:
- I embrace the present moment a little more easily.
Diving into the above a bit, besides when we’re at the playground, or doing swim lessons, or other situations where I feel her life is in my hands, I’d say the most present I’ve ever been was just before and just after my daughter’s birth. A significant reason? My phone was off.
My phone wasn’t dead. My phone wasn’t almost dead. I wasn’t trying to be respectful. I wasn’t trying to hide. There was just absolutely nothing more important in the world (for me) at that extended moment, and the unquestioning clarity of that absoluteness has never… happened before.
I wonder when it will happen again.
My being unfathomably present was the only thing that could have happened (for me) at that extended moment.
I wonder when it will happen again.
Has this ever happened – for you?