Yesterday, I led a class of Gen-Z and a few Millenial students through a workshop on generations. Their vulnerability struck me afterward as I was rushing out of the office. What started as an exercise turned into a therapy session, and sound bites from our discussion were nipping at my mind. I threw their workboards on the wall in our empty hallway and reflected on the state of things.
Read MoreI was recklessly fervently scribbling words, desperately hoping for revelations to appear at the tip of my pen, only to be disappointed with my performance in the 20-30 minute exercise that left me more confused than before. I touted the count of my continuous journaling days to justify my efforts in personal development out of compensation for my actual growth. “Reflection counted as spewing scattered feelings onto the page, right?” I asked myself. It turns out that this is not the case.
Read MoreA multi-cultural conversation in a leadership master’s class gone wrong and not in the way that you may assume.
Read MoreWhat turned into a friendly conversation with a friend about her job at the University of Florida led to the discovery of one of the nation’s leading leadership programs and the intense resurfacing of a dream long ago, obtaining a Master’s and PhD to teach at the university level. Only just beginning and I’m head over heels at how I spend my time.
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