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Eye-opening

bisi — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 12:47:43 +0000

The cleverer you get, the lonelier you get.

Field of expertise, not fields

bisi — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 20:12:41 +0000

Over time, it has come to my attention that the only way for me, to do all that I do do, is to work with experts.

And maybe you’ve already come to a similar conclusion, maybe you’ll never reach that conclusion. Nonetheless, here’s my thoughts.

First, try and visualize what you’re really good at. Then try and visualize all the things that don’t work so well, and try to see if it’s due to a lack of skill on your side. Then try and find out if a limited amount of time and money can make you improve your results – if not, find people who can fill the gap against payment.

Once you’ve found your answers, let go, and start to fully trust that new partner.. It’ll free up your time and your head, and it’ll make you have better results!

Thanks to my banker, insurance guy, florist, gardener, accountant…

Bref, I was wrong

bisi — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 22:15:34 +0000

So the other day, I just felt the need to leave the house. Felt hungry, and felt the weight of it all, so off I go.

Driving around, relaxed, but as soon as I crossed the border, I felt annoyed that I’d switch to Belgian network, and I’d have to manually switch back.
At Quick, in my usual self, I insisted this mother from another line had been there first, so she came before me and pulled a Sally (Harry’s friend? “I’ll have a cheeseburger, but no ketchup, no vegetables, no… – so a bun with the steak? – no, …”) on pretty much everything. And of course, I was going to have to switch lines, from the now sad hottie to the nervous kid who was looking at me.
And on my way out, who is standing just outside the door of the restaurant, probably waiting for me to suffer his filthy habit, and ready to shout with me if I dare cover my face? Yes, a smoker! Fml, right?
Actually: no.
The network stayed on Lux the whole time, the nerd turned out to be a very polite, funny and quite bloke who had noticed my kindness turned out to bite me in my bum, and the smoker held the door open for me, wished me a good evening, and waited for me to pass before continuing his smoke.

Was sunday a special day, different from any other? Maybe, but only if special means that I realized I should try harder to see the positives, rather than excepting the worst. If you’ve not realized this yourself, you might want to give it a try.

(oh, and if you don’t know it yet, check out Bref! French short webisodes. Awesome.)