Workplaces of the World: Amsterdam Edition
Greetings from Amsterdam, where I’ve been soaking up the beauty and culture—canals, museums, markets, cafés—and, in one interesting detour, a self-guided tour of the Red Light District.
Greetings from Amsterdam, where I’ve been soaking up the beauty and culture—canals, museums, markets, cafés—and, in one interesting detour, a self-guided tour of the Red Light District.
This week has left me feeling reverent. Reverent for the richness and complexity of our human experience. For the gift of freedom. For the heartbreak of loss. For the possibilities we seem wired to keep exploring.
I’ve been fascinated by fear for a long time — certainly since my own “dark night of the soul” a few years ago, when physical, mental, and spiritual crises collided. But really, it started much earlier.
From Science to Sinek, there’s growing consensus: friendship is essential. It enhances our health, happiness, and even longevity. But friendship, especially in adulthood, doesn’t just happen. As Chip Conley suggests, what if we treated friendship like a practice—similar to yoga or meditation?
Today I’m reflecting on fatherhood in all its forms. There’s the biological father — whether known or not — who gives us life. There’s the father figure — the one who shows up, raises us, teaches us, guides us. Sometimes that’s the same person.
I found my guru! He’s dead, but still talking! When the student is ready, the teacher appears — and for me, it’s philosopher-entertainer Alan Watts. Of course, he’s long gone in body, but vividly alive through his many recorded talks — and somehow, more relevant than ever.
In psychology, the Dark Triad refers to three less-than-admirable personality traits: narcissism, Machiavellianism, and psychopathy. Thankfully, my personal dark triad is a bit more benign (and more alliterative): Desire, Decisions, and Doubt.
Yesterday I attended a family member’s funeral — or as it was aptly called in this case, a celebration of life. This was someone I saw regularly when our children were younger and family holidays were part of our tradition.
Lately, I’ve been getting curious about curiosity itself. First, as a way to better understand this remarkable, mysterious universe of ours — where, as Alice says, things get “curiouser and curiouser.”
I’ve been working on my website (yes, finally!) and was recently challenged to come up with phrases or metaphors that capture the experience most people are having these days — navigating what feels like a relentless state of change.