Nobody in their right mind invites Jocko Willink to sit in on a quarterly planning meeting. That's like asking a drill sergeant to supervise your morning workout. Sure, you'll come out stronger. You'll also hate every minute of it.
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A few weeks into living in France, I stopped posting in our company Slack. Not because anything went wrong. Not because anyone said anything. I'd take a photo at a market or lift a glass of something good at dinner, and I'd feel this quiet shift. ...
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I took every photo I could at the top of Mont Blanc. Every single one came back looking like a nice mountain. That's a little like saying the Pacific Ocean looked like a lot of water. Accurate. Completely useless. So, I put the phone away and just ...
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The Label Is Never the Whole Truth A few weeks ago in Giverny, I sat down to a Michelin-star dinner and said yes to the wine pairing before the sommelier finished asking. Not because I was feeling bold. Because I'd made a decision before the trip ...
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Everyone deals with physical pain at some point, maybe more than we know. And my hip has essentially staged a workplace revolt against the kind of workouts I've built my entire morning routine around: the early alarm, the hard training session, the ...
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