My mail comes addressed to a name almost nobody calls me. Same man, two names. Professional groups have the same problem with their purpose, and the fix is the same one data people already know: a golden record.
Getting My Feet Under Me
I'm in a new season at work and don't have my feet under me yet. I've been here before, at a data job in DFW where enthusiasm without understanding frustrated everybody, including me.
Rhythm and Rest
I found a 2023 draft about the rhythms that kept me steady. Three years later, the list matters less than what happened to it.
The $2 Signature
I paid two dollars for a thrift-store copy of See You at the Top and found Zig Ziglar's signature inside. On his 100th birthday, three things I'm still learning from him.
Who They Are Now
My wife started the Christmas list tradition when we got married. I didn't like it at first. Then my son asked for cowboy boots.
