Monday Morning Mugshots – September 29, 2014
One crazy month out, another crazy month in. This past week was a busy one at work, but also a busy one in my personal life, too. I think it’s hard to separate your personal and professional selves, but even more so is this the case when you work on your own.
I also posted something on LinkedIn that got a lot of really wonderful attention and feedback. “Why We (Still) Need Feminism” takes a look at two practical examples of nonprofits helping women. Despite how practical these aims are, helping women is still a radical idea.
It’s been over a month since the first Colludo Playdate. The next one will take place on Thursday, November 13th here in Saskatoon. I’m eager to use this model more in the community as time passes. To hear firsthand what the Playdate is like, check out Brian Hoessler of Strong Roots Consulting. His post from a a while back speaks to his perspective of the day.
On Friday, I got to do something pretty fun and interesting. I was a guest on I Guess We’re Grown Ups Now, a podcast by Kari Halsted. On this episode, I talk about marriage, divorce, second marriage, and self care. Have a listen and let me know what you think.
What’s coming up at Colludo
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about thought leadership vs. thought “doership.” I explored this topic in a recent article, and as I move into a month of a lot of storytelling projects, I can’t help but notice that there’s a huge gap between meaningful stories and ones that simply fill space.
One of my favourite storytelling moments is from Grandpa Simpson. When his old group of army buddies are brought together to break up a protest, he admits that they are far less active than they used to be. Their defense mechanism is to tell inane stories — a mechanism that seems all to common these days. Are the stories we’re telling inane or activating? A question I’ll explore more in October.
“We can’t bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell ’em stories that don’t go anywhere – like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ’em.Give me five bees for a quarter,you’d say. Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones…”