Another form of hiding

Thanks to the internet, and Google, and Amazon we now have access to unlimited shelf space. We live in an age of unprecedented wealth and abundance.

So what is the problem?

The problem is analysis paralysis. We are stuck. Because we are afraid of the shame that comes from being wrong. (What will my family/friends/fans/tribe think of me?)

In a sea of infinite choices, it’s easier now more than ever to hide.

Of course, we are afraid of being wrong. Of course, we are afraid to being judged. Or being the one who stands out in a crowd.

The thing is, when we make decisions, we learn to make better decisions.

You won’t always be right, but in the long run, you will be better than those waiting for things to happen.

Every day, the long run gets shorter.

[Good judgement comes from experience and experience comes from bad judgement. YMMV.]

Your number one resource

It isn’t money. There are lots of different ways to make money. Honest ways too.

Energy is important. But you can still recharge it (or plug it in) on a daily basis.

Filters do a good job protecting our attention if we use them.

Trust is easy to lose, harder to gain. With enough generosity, more is produced.

The number one resource, one that we can’t manufacture more of, is time.

Time is always running out. We can’t make more of it.

We can rescue some of it by protecting whom we give our attention to, who we trust, what we spend our energy and money on.

The world starves for artists

The one who cares enough to share her best insights. The one who has the guts to put it all on the line. The one who is willing to stand up and stand out. Someone who will think differently. Someone who is willing to do human work. The kind of work that involves looking someone in the eye and telling them the truth.

We need artist to solve complex problems. Problems that are only solved one generation at a time.

Most of all, we need people to care. To care about building a culture that we can all be proud of.


Because it’s not your story or mine. It’s ours.

We are all in this together.

Which is why we need you. Desperately.