Are you as good as you think?

As part of accredited training, each person on course gets one-on-one feedback. In this feedback, I usually ask people at the start if they think they are competent in the skills learned. Normally, the response falls in one of two categories. Some people are confidant of their ability and say yes. Some people are hesitant, and squeeze a yes or a maybe out.  

100 Posts 100 Days

Indulge me for a moment…

If success is a numbers game, many attempts will surely guarantee success at some stage? What do you think?

In light of the Disney of Destiny article, I have decided to challenge myself to produce 100 posts in 100 days. My main topic is leadership, but I don't plan to stick to it, I plan to write.


I am not a professional writer, and decided to see if I could actually do this. The posts will have the hash tag #100posts100days.

 Join me.

Not just in reading the posts, but in producing your own for 100 days. Tag your posts in comments
below or tweet them with the afore mentioned hash tag and let creativity rule!

1. Surprise Visit from my Heart
2. The Dragon Whisperer
3. Disney's of Destiny 
4. Are you as good as you think you are? 

Disney's of Destiny

Creativity is an elusive and strange phenomenon that both eludes and tickles people.

For most people a stroke of creative genius is just that, a stroke. One miserable stroke and then it’s gone. Forever. For a select few, creativity seems to be a fountain bubbling up in the centre of their being, constantly oozing out original results.   

Hello My Heart, Part 2

Another Self Indulgent Post by John Usher

Uncle Ben phoned me before eight this morning.  I thought it unusual and was concerned. I stepped out of the occupied training room and answered the call. "If you don't talk to her today, I will find her and tell her what a fool you are," boomed his stern voice.

"You read the blog!" I started to laugh.

A Surprise Visit by my Heart

A Self-indulgent post by John Usher

She stepped through the door and awoke the dragon. The conversation stalled as she entered the training room. She was awkward and uncomfortable. Although, thinking back, it was probably because I was openly staring. She introduced herself bluntly and sat down in the front row. Delicious eyelashes generously framed big, curious, beautiful eyes.  I instantly realised that I was in pain.