Our line.

Working with a new client, I sent their group of managers a survey through Google Forms. They found it in their spam folder. Oops.

Oh yes, more communication-type stuff this week. My thought: past tense and present tense.

This is for all of us who have spent way too much time over the past twelve months staring at ourselves and lots of other people through our computer screens.

I realize, time and again, I tend to write the way I think. Which is to get straight to the point.

I’ve always been terrible at names. I’ve used the excuse that, well, ‘Sorry, I’m terrible with names.’ Pretty lame. At some point, I realized there’s no excuse not to remember someone’s name.

I had something random-but-not-random all lined up for this week. Then I heard Amanda Gorman recite her poem The Hill We Climb.

Late last year, I had what I thought a great call with a guy from a company that had been on my ‘Companies I’d Love To Work With’ list.

What matters isn’t pleasing everyone, or trying to make everyone happy. I have to remember this from time to time.

Here then are the highlights, in case you missed them. The posts, in looking back myself or that I recall even when writing them, that I feel now are worth repeating.

Of all our cards, we noticed only two included any sort of actual handwriting. Of those two, only one was a personal, handwritten note.

No matter anyone’s beliefs, or their values, or their perspectives, it’s tough not to give Beethoven even a little credit for writing music that two-hundred and fifteen years later we’re still performing, still listening to, still being blown away by.

Always, with change comes some fear.