Tag " on the personal side"

Wanted to get a running start on the day, knowing I would have to find the time and the energy to move my fingers, as I am doing right now, to talk to you, about a subject which comes calling to me, more and more often, the older I get, which is, why does anything matter, yes, why, when time seems to be always running out, when words seem to always be escaping me, when the energy I have always, since...

Well yes, and then some more… Well, yes, these little dribblings of mine, these Particles, these tacos, these sometimes smoldering, oftentimes ruminating little snippets of personal dross, are, indeed personal! Which is to say, do come from that malingering soft side of the persona, whose life is made up, as is yours, of floss and dross, and random drum beats, that riddle the mind with their...

Near the Day for Saying Thanks By Michael E. Gerber   Yes, it is close here in these United States to celebrate the day we call Thanksgiving.  And although countless numbers of you are in so many places throughout the world, I still believe today is near the day for saying thanks. So, thank you first of all for meeting with me, for reading what I write to you, for listening to my voice,...

A daily personal blog By Michael E. Gerber   Someone once asked me, what’s with the poetry and the ribald-wishing prose, where’s the business stuff, and, if there’s no business stuff why are you bothering business guys with this other stuff that makes absolutely no sense to me?   Sometimes I ask myself the very same question.  What is it that makes me write the stuff that I write,...

A daily personal blog By Michael E. Gerber   I’ve been reading Hunter S. Thompson for the past two days, The Great Shark Hunt, Gonzo Papers. Volume 1, Strange Times from a Strange Time.   It is not to say too much when I say that Mr. Thompson could nail it down until it couldn’t be nailed down anymore.  What he made up is indecipherable from what he didn’t, but what he did make...

A daily personal blog By Michael E. Gerber   My wife asked my last night, are you blogging?   I had the most terrible feeling when she asked that, knowing that no, I hadn’t been blogging for at least a week.  Despite the fact that I had made a commitment to myself, and to her, and to just about everyone in our circle of acquaintances, clients, facilitators. Colleagues, family and friends. ...