Thursday, June 25, 2015
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Years ago I was a little emotionally bent out of shape. After my public moaning became untenable I began to write a private (available only to me) blog. I could conceivably have written the most horrible things about the person I felt had wronged me, but my self-check about "what if it was public?" caused me to hold back.
And eventually I came to think that if you can't stand by your words if they became public then should you be thinking those things at all? I managed to self teach that one.
The boys from Adelaide High School have had to learn the hard way.
“There is nothing that could lead you to expect, you know, bastardry of that magnitude. You know, hard things happen. A hard thing happened to Malcolm Turnbull. A hard thing happened to Bob Hawke. A hard thing happened to Kim Beazley. A hard thing happened to Kevin Rudd. A hard thing happened to me. You can still make choices about how you conduct yourself.”
She deserved everything she got, but her reflection on Kevin Rudd is exactly right, as well.
Monday, June 22, 2015
When I run a marketing class we will often talk about a priloduct that really hits the spot with customers. A bank that's open longer, a company that sends razors to your door every month, apps companies (all two of them) that provide frictionless transactions.
Invariably I get the comment that "it's about convenience" which is right, but way less clever when you're reviewing a past success than building a future one.
So the clever businesses look at a blank slate, understand what a bunch of customers want and then deliver. And then we come along and say "it's all about convenience".
So I take my hat off to buddy Nicole who is gearing up for mobile beauty treatments, and brother Chad, who built the Game Truck.
Well done. It's infinitely harder to blaze the trail than it is to be a commentator.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
It's all cool until something goes horribly wrong.
I have often (arrogantly) stated that you never know fear until you become a parent. Especially the way I do it.
My mum used to call her method "healthy neglect" and I do the same. Perhaps it's a cop out for me still doing a lot of my own stuff, but mum could surely boast three kids who are successful in their own ways and can take care of themselves.
Mum never signed a contract to trade her life for ours. We never had a villain pointing a gun at us saying "which one?" - thank God. Mum never had to say "take me". She chose to live big. She burnt the candle at both ends and it finished her early.
There is no greater courage than allowing your loved ones to make their own way, with their success or failure totally their own responsibility.
But I see the scary possibilities. Just then Mrs Redway was found alive after two nights lost in the scrub. They argued about the way back and she and Mr Redway started walking in separate directions. He appeared to have been right. Cold comfort but she's safe now.
Sometimes when a loved one says "you're an idiot, I'm doing it my way" there is nothing to do. Except breathe, trust in them and pray.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Sunday, June 14, 2015
But it's always darkest - and coldest - before the dawn. About 1992 I moved back into some sort of a sales rep job and landed with the mighty Sealed Air/Cryovac in 1993.
I've been amongst a few economic resurgences since then and it always seems the same. Doom and gloom in the press and in politics, and then good people who've been doing it tough start to get nice jobs. They can't even believe it. More people start going out for dinner, or taking overseas trips.
I'm seeing it all. My great brother in law is working in a really neat job. My lovely sister is taking a trip to the UK next month.
These are the green shoots of recovery. Don't wait for the press to tell you that times are good, because the go-getters are already going in and getting. Get in and have a go now.
And if you feel trapped - don't give up. Keep earning an honest wage and trying for new stuff. You'll break that brick wall down more quickly than you imagine.