A hora da partida soa quando
Escurecem o jardim e o vento passa,
Estala o chão e as portas batem, quando
A noite cada nó em si deslaça.
A hora da partida soa quando
As árvores parecem inspiradas
Como se tudo nelas germinasse.
Soa quando no fundo dos espelhos
Me é estranha e longínqua a minha face
E de mim se desprende a minha vida.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
sábado, 22 de janeiro de 2011
Nunca mais
Nunca mais
Caminharás nos caminhos naturais.
Nunca mais te poderás sentir
Invulnerável, real e densa -
Para sempre está perdido
O que mais do que tudo procuraste
A plenitude de cada presença.
E será sempre o mesmo sonho, a mesma ausência.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
Caminharás nos caminhos naturais.
Nunca mais te poderás sentir
Invulnerável, real e densa -
Para sempre está perdido
O que mais do que tudo procuraste
A plenitude de cada presença.
E será sempre o mesmo sonho, a mesma ausência.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
segunda-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2011
Am I the boss that I wanted to be?
The answer was NO for days. No, I still don't know the correct answer but I'm working on that:
"What's required to become a great boss. It's a difficult journey that requires years, not weeks or months, of learning and steady personal growth. It's difficult because most of your learning will come from your own experience, and so it will at times be painful.
What effective bosses actually do. You cannot learn if you don't know where you need to go. You need benchmarks to measure yourself against".
"What's required to become a great boss. It's a difficult journey that requires years, not weeks or months, of learning and steady personal growth. It's difficult because most of your learning will come from your own experience, and so it will at times be painful.
What effective bosses actually do. You cannot learn if you don't know where you need to go. You need benchmarks to measure yourself against".
quarta-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2011
sexta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2011
working in case studies...
"Julie Anko*, the head of a division of a retail company I work with, was at risk of getting fired. Here's the crazy thing: she was a top performer. She had done more for the brand in the past year than any of her predecessors had in five years.
The problem was that she was a bear to work with. She worked harder than seemed humanly possible and expected the same of others, often losing her temper when they wouldn't put in the same herculean effort she did. She was also competitive and territorial; she wanted the final say on all decisions remotely related to her brand even when her peers technically had the authority to make a decision. She wasn't good at listening to others or empowering them or helping them feel good about themselves or the team. And, though she was working all hours, things were falling through the cracks.
But none of that was the problem for which she was at risk of being fired. The real problem was that she didn't think she had a problem.
I was asked to work with her, and my first step was to interview everyone with whom she worked in order to understand the situation and share their perspectives with her.
When I did share the feedback, her response surprised me. "I didn't know it was that bad," she said, "but it doesn't surprise me." I asked her why.
"This is the same feedback I received at my previous company," she said, "it's why I left."
We could look at Julie and laugh at her ignorance. At her unwillingness to look at her failures and, as a result, repeat them. But the laugh would be a nervous one. Because many of us — and this includes me — do the same thing.
I'm often amazed at how many times something has to happen to me before I figure it out. I believe that most of us get smarter as we get older. But somehow, despite that, we often make the same mistakes. On the flip side — but no less comforting — we often do many things right and then fail to repeat them.
There's a simple reason for it: we rarely take the time to pause, breathe, and think about what's working and what's not. There's just too much to do and no time to reflect.
I was once asked: if an organization could teach only one thing to its employees, what single thing would have the most impact? My answer was immediate and clear: teach people how to learn. How to look at their past behavior, figure out what worked, and repeat it while admitting honestly what didn't and change it".
Special thanks to Harvard Business Review:
http://blogs.hbr.org/bregman/2011/01/the-best-way-to-use-the-last-f.html
The problem was that she was a bear to work with. She worked harder than seemed humanly possible and expected the same of others, often losing her temper when they wouldn't put in the same herculean effort she did. She was also competitive and territorial; she wanted the final say on all decisions remotely related to her brand even when her peers technically had the authority to make a decision. She wasn't good at listening to others or empowering them or helping them feel good about themselves or the team. And, though she was working all hours, things were falling through the cracks.
But none of that was the problem for which she was at risk of being fired. The real problem was that she didn't think she had a problem.
I was asked to work with her, and my first step was to interview everyone with whom she worked in order to understand the situation and share their perspectives with her.
When I did share the feedback, her response surprised me. "I didn't know it was that bad," she said, "but it doesn't surprise me." I asked her why.
"This is the same feedback I received at my previous company," she said, "it's why I left."
We could look at Julie and laugh at her ignorance. At her unwillingness to look at her failures and, as a result, repeat them. But the laugh would be a nervous one. Because many of us — and this includes me — do the same thing.
I'm often amazed at how many times something has to happen to me before I figure it out. I believe that most of us get smarter as we get older. But somehow, despite that, we often make the same mistakes. On the flip side — but no less comforting — we often do many things right and then fail to repeat them.
There's a simple reason for it: we rarely take the time to pause, breathe, and think about what's working and what's not. There's just too much to do and no time to reflect.
I was once asked: if an organization could teach only one thing to its employees, what single thing would have the most impact? My answer was immediate and clear: teach people how to learn. How to look at their past behavior, figure out what worked, and repeat it while admitting honestly what didn't and change it".
Special thanks to Harvard Business Review:
http://blogs.hbr.org/bregman/2011/01/the-best-way-to-use-the-last-f.html
terça-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2011
Heartbeat
There are a few things that I can't explain. I don't know what I feel.
Sometimes I feel like it's all over. But suddently, a photo or a facebook comment changes it all.I'm questioning everything I though I knew. All over again. What did I do wrong? Ohh, fuck. I know the answer and the it's quite long. I've listed it on, over and over.
I wish I could be there all over again. I wasn't good, I didn't like me there, but I was passionate about the things that I could do there. And maybe, that was the problem. I focused too much in what I wanted.
I think a lot. That's actually what I'm good at. Look, check the opportunities and go for it. I'm not good organizing it, managing it. I'm good at thinking and doing it. Organizing is not my kind of thing. It never was. I never knew how to be, what to do, what to think in there. When I saw it comming, I just reacted. And when I was realizing that I could find a way to be me...Some ajustments, a few things...here and there that could change it all...Well, it already was too late.
All I needed was time to deep into the path and think. Time to talk with people who didn't know how to do it either. In the end of it, we all got it all. All it takes is listening, talking and putting it all together. Maybe I got it all too late. Maybe I did it all wrong. Maybe... Maybe...
I think, I guess, maybe, I don't know...This words still come out my mouth everytime I try to explain myself what happened. But when I hear something about it, when I see something about it, when I hear about them, when I see them...My heart starts beating so fast that I can feel it in every part of my body. I might had been a failure...a total disaster, but I could do things for it that nobody could ever imagine. I loved it.
Now, what is in the past is in the past. The scar is so ugly! But the pain is gone. It will take me a lot of time to heal. The damage is too deep. But it's a start.
segunda-feira, 27 de dezembro de 2010
Special thanks before ending this year...
Steve Jobs once said: “as any great matter of the heart, you will know it when you get there”.
I just realized how lucky I am. It’s true; I’ve experienced all kind of feelings...Too many times. I’ve cried and prick too much. I’m emotional and my heart is too near of my mouth. I talk a lot...heartish. Do you know what heartish means? - Every word I say comes directly from my heart.
What do you think that happens when the heart starts overloading? When it starts to rationalize every human behavior, phrase or gesture? Well…. Do I need to explain?
Yes, it's a living hell!
And to end this year...this post it's just another way to say thank you...a special thanks to the people who crossed my life during this year,
But...there are unique and kind people, who are around for a long, long time...who deserve a special recongition.
Near to them...
There is a place where I can be me. There is a place where there are people who get mad, yes. There are a lot of yelling and crying. But it’s also the place that I know for real when I get there. And suddenly, when you get this, you start appreciating all the amazing things that you are, that you do, that you feel – when you get there.
Here I can wake up in the morning and jump into the freezing water, swim for instants and immediately hearing someone screaming as crazy for me to get out of there. When I look back, there is someone getting near to me to make sure that I’ll get out and go for a hot bath. There is someone who cares when I achieve my goals or fail right in front of them. There is someone who yells... but I'm also sure...that there will always be someone that will stay near of my bed for days when I’m sick... No matter how old I am. They will always stand by my side.
Yes, they are a pain in the ass. Better than that, I know that they will always be a pain in the ass. But if you don’t screw up with them really badly, they will stay forever. No matter what happens. From them, you will never expect a knife in the back. From them, you will get hard words, and unexplained actions. But you will always get their affection and attention.
And as I was saying, I speak faster that I think and believe me, the most part of the things I say are the result of really mixed thoughts in the heart…hardly to explain to someone that’s not in there…
But there is a place where all the things that I say, are just things that I say.
For all this, I’ve to thank them for everything. Their effort it’s notated and I’ll pay back with the same coin. I’ll always be a pain in the ass.
They don’t need me to name them. They are here long enough to get my mixed up feelings, weird words and non-explained actions.
I just realized how lucky I am. It’s true; I’ve experienced all kind of feelings...Too many times. I’ve cried and prick too much. I’m emotional and my heart is too near of my mouth. I talk a lot...heartish. Do you know what heartish means? - Every word I say comes directly from my heart.
What do you think that happens when the heart starts overloading? When it starts to rationalize every human behavior, phrase or gesture? Well…. Do I need to explain?
Yes, it's a living hell!
And to end this year...this post it's just another way to say thank you...a special thanks to the people who crossed my life during this year,
But...there are unique and kind people, who are around for a long, long time...who deserve a special recongition.
Near to them...
There is a place where I can be me. There is a place where there are people who get mad, yes. There are a lot of yelling and crying. But it’s also the place that I know for real when I get there. And suddenly, when you get this, you start appreciating all the amazing things that you are, that you do, that you feel – when you get there.
Here I can wake up in the morning and jump into the freezing water, swim for instants and immediately hearing someone screaming as crazy for me to get out of there. When I look back, there is someone getting near to me to make sure that I’ll get out and go for a hot bath. There is someone who cares when I achieve my goals or fail right in front of them. There is someone who yells... but I'm also sure...that there will always be someone that will stay near of my bed for days when I’m sick... No matter how old I am. They will always stand by my side.
Yes, they are a pain in the ass. Better than that, I know that they will always be a pain in the ass. But if you don’t screw up with them really badly, they will stay forever. No matter what happens. From them, you will never expect a knife in the back. From them, you will get hard words, and unexplained actions. But you will always get their affection and attention.
And as I was saying, I speak faster that I think and believe me, the most part of the things I say are the result of really mixed thoughts in the heart…hardly to explain to someone that’s not in there…
But there is a place where all the things that I say, are just things that I say.
For all this, I’ve to thank them for everything. Their effort it’s notated and I’ll pay back with the same coin. I’ll always be a pain in the ass.
They don’t need me to name them. They are here long enough to get my mixed up feelings, weird words and non-explained actions.
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