Kirsty

Image by Indra Projects on Unsplash For the 3 long decades I spent in the corporate world, the length of time you were seen to be in the office was the measure of how seriously you took your work, and often of how good you were perceived to be at your job (it’s taken an embarrassing amount of hindsight to recognise how comically arse-about-face that last bit is!). When my son was young, I had a flexible working arrangement allowing me to leave at 4pm in order to be able to collect him on time...

Photo courtesy of Gratisography Warning: brain dump incoming! At the start of this year, I went back into (more or less) full time employment, having spent the last 4 years working (more or less) full time on my coaching business without making anything even remotely resembling a living from it. I told myself and the world (well, more accurately, the 2 people on Linked In who read the post, but you know what I mean) that this was not me giving up on my coaching business. But now I'm...

“I know” seems so innocent, worthy even, and yet can be so dangerous.  After all, knowledge is power, and power corrupts.