Constraints: If I didn’t have them, I’d probably do NOTHING. Doing nothing would make me so light that I’d float off into the ether.

That is why I seek out constraints, to anchor me. And still, I constantly try to break from them. Is that my past, a habit, a soul thing?

How do you feel about, and deal with, constraints?

Skiing & Surfing

I’m a good skier. Difficult runs and/or difficult snow conditions, crappy gear: not a problem. However, I suck at wind-, kite- & surfing (in that ascending order), no matter how easy the conditions.

Why? Because snow is frozen water – the ground might be bumpy, harsh, challenging, but it’s solid underneath its surface fluidity. Surfing is different. Water always moves and I can accomplish only so much, even with the most supportive gear.

In a similar vein, I manage OK with difficult business situations as long as the ground is stable. When it’s not and I’d have to surf, I suck. Which is one of the many reasons I landed in a business in which the ground shifts more like snow and less like water.

In water each second there is a different wave, movement, and you have to keep the momentum to stay afloat.

On snow, the run is going to be different from day to day, but not from second to second. The change is slower and hence easier to adapt to. One can afford to stand still and rest for a while.

I know that at times I am asked to be a surfer. But, hell or high water, I’m a skier. Which is why I am grateful when water is frozen -> snowy runs. And for those other times of ultimate fluidity I’ll continue to reach out for the most supportive gear.

The Me

I am you

Show me the

And I’ll show it
To you

The Friend

I am your friend
I won’t leave you in the dust
When you don’t show me the

The Customer

I am the customer

I’ll leave you in the dust

If you don’t show me the



Today I got a perfect haircut. I mean, perfect. Done by an apprentice.
It was the second time she cut, actually trimmed, my hair.

The first time was under supervision and with guidance by the salon owner training her. She was nervous then, because she wanted to get it right.

Today she did it without supervision, but with utter dedication to perfection, a calm hand, and a discerning eye – the result: perfect.

It did take twice as long as it usually would take. And usually I’d get impatient. Yet, today I set that all aside, and enjoyed the extra ten minutes it took for a result that was utterly satisfying for myself, the salon owner, and for the budding stylist herself.

Watching a perfect result in the making is worth the extra time.

I thanked and lauded her profusely; and threw in a well-deserved tip. I was good-finding and I responded to it. That’s the way it should be.

The photo, on the other hand, is anything but perfect. It shows that I seek perfection elsewhere.