In Part 1 of this post, I wrote to Mr. Missed Opportunity 1 and 2, who just didn’t work out. Part of the reason was poor timing; another was personal choices. These last two (and the bonus man) were simply circumstance. And those can be the worst missed opportunities of all. To Mr. Your-Hugs-Are-Awesome-But-My-Friend-Likes-You-Too I’m…
The memories of a missed opportunity rise in our heads at the moment we least expect them. For me, it was while rummaging through my closet this weekend, scrounging for blouses and dresses that I never wore, that I can’t wear, that I will never wear. One missed opportunity after another, I think ruefully, yanking…
When you’re consumed by a new concept, don’t be surprised when you hear about that concept from the least likely of sources. For me, that concept was being self-aware. The source? My job. Last week, I attended a lecture in which one of my department’s leaders was the speaker. I wasn’t sure what the lecture…
