When You Think You Know Yourself, but You’re Wrong
I know myself pretty well by now.
I’ve had seven decades to work on the case, and I’m not exactly known for leaving a question alone.
I know what matters to me. What gives me energy. What drains it. What I want more of. And what I have absolutely no intention of putting up with again.
At seventy, I’ve accumulated a fair amount of information.
Preferences. Patterns. Opinions. A fairly detailed operating manual.
After more than two decades as an executive coach, I’m also pretty good at helping other people figure these things out.
I could probably create a beautifully …
