It’s an interesting phrase that can mean a couple of different things. Today I mean it in terms of trying again after a failed program. I was talking with someone the other day who had been a part of numerous failed programs, each of which was based on a specific instructional design meant to promote…
Tassels and mortarboards
I have this person in my life – I hesitate to call him a friend…more like a self-designated, long-distance mentor. He likes to challenge me when he thinks I’m getting solipsistic. That time I temporarily included “Dr.” in my Twitter name. That time I played around with what self-promotion might look like in the middle of…
On Shame (Strategic Thinking in Action)
I was watching a diversity panel years ago (and at a different university than my current home), and there was a lone white man up there on the stage. I suspect he had important and relevant knowledge to share but he didn’t seem to know what it was and the panel never really got to…
Mindfulness
I was listening to a lecture the other day given by a counselor who practices and teaches mindfulness. She spoke on the power of slowing down, of focusing on one task, of recognizing pain/distractions/annoyances and allowing them to just ‘be’ rather than trying to push them away. She talked about incorporating the act of handwashing…
Facilitating the paradigm shift
Paradigm shifts are notoriously hard to facilitate. I’m in a position now where I am trying to trigger faculty to think strategically. I suspect it’s a lot like faculty trying to trigger students to think critically. I remember the exact moment I learned to think strategically. I was a second-year resident, rounding with an…
The Leadership Cloak
This is sure to be revisited. Someone was trying to give me advice the other day. Knowing that I have introverted preferences, they were trying to explain to me the need to put on the “leadership cloak” when I walk out the door on the mornings of programming. I just laughed, as I perfected that…
Few people are actually voiceless
One of the concepts we hear/use a lot – particularly in social equity contexts – is that of “giving voice to the voiceless.” I was at a YWCA luncheon honoring Richmond women and one of them spoke about her experience growing up with her autistic brother, and how the experience of helping him actually helped her. She also…
Bless our hearts
I tried to find her tweet but I couldn’t. Several days ago Tressie McMillan Cottom was dealing with a white woman who was spouting some nonsense on Twitter. If you know Tressie, you can guess how the conversation went. Somewhere in the middle of the back and forth retweets, Tressie tweeted something like this (paraphrased): “white…
Second-Guessing
This tweet. Too Much Emotional Intelligence Is a Bad Thing – Scientific American. #digitalhealth https://t.co/SkyXl0i78s — JOHN NOSTA (@JohnNosta) May 14, 2017 Too much emotional intelligence increases stress because if you focus too much on the feelings of others, you second-guess yourself into oblivion. You become paralyzed in your choices. This reminds me of a…
Therapy
I was listening to a successful, high-powered woman executive speak at a luncheon the other day. Someone asked her about the best thing she ever did for personal development (not to be confused with “taking-a-bath-to-relax” self-care or strictly professional development) and she said “start going to a counselor; if things aren’t going well in your professional…
Getting back on the horse
It’s been forever since I last blogged. There have been things – presentations, projects, parties, and other life events…so many things that I could have blogged about but did not. Ironically, my excuse is not that I’ve been too busy. Sometimes I haven’t had the heart, sometimes I’ve been waiting to decide how my blog…
Laying Out My Pieces
A quick thought on an Easter morning – When did we stop asking questions? Or did we ever start? I was in the doctor’s office the other day for a routine check-up. The nurse, who was going through the standard screening questions, said: “And you don’t smoke or drink alcohol.” I responded, “Well, I don’t smoke but…
