Ruminations and Ramblings
I had a long chat with my Mom last night. Since she's a consultant now too and she's currently on a crappy gig, I was sharing a bunch of my thoughts on office politics, personality conflicts, getting things done, men versus women, and the "stable quartet" (leader, warrior, mystic, clown).
She laughed and told me I was smart, that I made her think, and that I should write a book. For my part, I felt better and (as usual) learned a little more about my Mom (who is awesome, by the by).
Now, as is ALSO usual for me, what seemed like brilliant pages and pages of ideas, theories, and experiences spilling forth and covering every surface with wisdom now appear, in the light of morning, like so many dead leaves. Same soft susurrus and coverage, but no longer useful or readable.
So weird, to me at least.