When he was quarantined during the bubonic plague, Isaac Newton discovered gravity. Elsewhere in England, William Shakespeare was also hunkered down, social distance writing King Lear. In my house, we’re stress baking, eating jelly beans, and binge-watching Netflix. What is your grand opus? Do it now! Or, don’t. I couldn’t give a fuck. Here’s what
Each time I get off of stage, I am asked by someone in the book signing line how they can go deeper into my content. It’s humbling, but it’s also a bit embarrassing, as an entrepreneur, to admit that they can’t. “Um, well, you can’t. I don’t have anything else for you…” Until now. Well,
Practically every thought leader guru espouses the wisdom, “Eat the Frog First.” The idea is that if you do the hardest thing first -- you know, that supremely annoying, irrationally irksome, bothersome bane of your existence thing -- then it’s all downhill from there. Well, that might have worked before, but it’s not going to
For 15 years, I sold executive search. I sold an impeccable read of talent honed through years of Jewish Mothering and witchblood genetic evolution. I sold a deep and wide research function the likes of which the CIA would envy. I sold a teeming database, a “little black book” which would make The Fonz chew
I woke up at 1:50am, feeling an overwhelming sense of loss. And, loss is hard. And I don’t mean the loss of someone who dies. That shit is the worst -- the exquisite, bottomless aching of a person whose arms will never again wrap around you, whose laughter will never again peal into your ears,