The more I stare at the new-ish iOS 8 design the more I find things that aren’t quite as perfect as I thought they should be.
The avatar, for example, doesn’t seem to align perfectly-well with the name and the top bar / menu icons are no longer that attractive (were they ever)?
There are few things more heartbreaking than watching your child suffer. Kissing bumps and putting bandaids on scrapes and cuts are easy; trying to counsel your child through the emotional challenges of bullying is something entirely different.
My oldest, who will be 8 next week, has started journaling her thoughts, unprompted, in her own Moleskine notebook (just like her dad’s). She shared a recent journal entry with me where she describes what it’s like to be the victim of “mean” kids who ride the bus with her.
I’ve already written a few blog posts around this topic (here with the most context, here, here, here, here in an interview which many have listened to, and here) but I haven’t ever taken the topic full-on and I’ve never really wanted to.
It wasn’t until late last night as I was reading the incredibly sad and tragic news of a few entrepreneurs who had committed suicide in Las Vegas and the fact that I have had some incredibly intense 1-on-1 conversations with an old friend recently who also attempted suicide that I felt compelled to share a bit more of my story.
My intention is two-fold, the first being an opportunity for myself to encounter this subject directly for the first time in a long time (this is why I write to begin with) and second to encourage others to seek the help that they need early (today?!) rather than when it is too late.
A few times a month I’ll engage in a few professional coaching sessions and I absolutely love the time that I get to spend with these individuals as it’s raw, intense, and very unfiltered.
In a way, I get to provide completely unedited and unabridged perspective for someone who’s ready and willing to receive it. It’s a nice molotov cocktail of humility and passion for both parties as I get to encourage and excite someone into action and they get to come ready to do work and share with me what they’ve always wanted to do.
I’m somewhat obsessed about backpacks. Even as a child I would obsess about them and stand there in the store aisle toying with them, trying them on, walking around the store with them as I attempted to find the perfect one for the coming school year.
I can remember my mother yelling “Hurry up!” as I painstakingly compared and contrasted my options. There were just too many points to compare, too many weights and balances to experience and try, and never enough color choices (although I really like black).
I attempt to spend time with every single Academy cohort @ The Iron Yard so that I might pour into them as much as I possibly can so that they can have the most success when they leave the program.
I have a few presentations that I give covering blogging, personal branding, product development, entrepreneurship, and pitching for Demo Day. These talks are some of the best part of my job even though it often requires a bit of travel.
It’s been almost 4 months since I’ve turned off comments on this blog and although the intent was to originally move some of those conversations to Twitter I quickly adjusted my implementation to neither encourage nor explicitly direct people to comment there.
Social sharing. Yey.
I just removed them entirely and kept some of the social sharing links at the bottom. Boring, I know, but apparently that’s where I’m headed anyways.
And it has been entirely worth it.