Meet My Dad

My dad is great. He also does this sometimes.

He writes his pretty smart and insightful blog on leadership and coaching here.

A 5 minute birthday post

Today is my birthday.

Not just any old birthday. Today is my thirtieth birthday.

I’ve been looking forward to being 30 for a while now. I don’t feel old, I haven’t felt a sense of dread that some have told me of, and I hear that life now begins at 30! I wonder what I’ve been doing up until now?

Last night, at around 11.15pm I realised that not only was yesterday the last day I’d be 29 but it was also the last day of my twenties!

I’d come to terms with being 30 but I hadn’t thought about no longer being in my 20s or, in fact, being in my 30s!

It’s almost 3.30pm now. And to be honest, it’s not so different to last Monday.

Except today I get to eat cake and talk about what life was like when I was in my twenties.

Is Intelligence a Burden?

Recently I’ve been getting annoyed.

At people.

I seem to be having a lot of conversations recently in which people just don’t think. It’s not that they aren’t capable of intelligent thought, they just aren’t willing to suffer the pain of a bit of mental effort.

Without trying to sound like I’m bragging, I’m someone who’s not only smart (I have a pretty high IQ and also rate fairly highly in some of the other intelligences) but I’m also willing to suffer the pain of mental effort.

What does that mean? Well, this week I’ve been dealing with intellectual property and I wrote a letter of amendment for a work contract I have. I spent an hour writing one paragraph just to make sure that it was exactly right. There were no ‘yeah, buts’, ‘how ’bouts’ or ‘what ifs’ when I was done with it. It was clear. It said exactly (yes, that is underlined bold italics) what it needed to say, nothing more, nothing less.

I spent an hour writing that one paragraph.

And the response I got was: “X & I have read through the letter and we’re slightly confused with the paragraph that you’ve written.”

Now, it was a slightly wordy paragraph, I admit that. But it doesn’t take a genius to understand it (my dad read it once and got it straight away) – only the willingness to read, re-read, consider and think about what it said. That’s mental effort.

And it pisses me off when people don’t think.