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To The Graduating Class of 2015

Pathmaker, your footsteps are
the path, and nothing more;
Pathmaker, there is no path,
the path is made by walking.
By walking one makes the path,
and upon glancing behind
one sees the path
that never will be trod again.
Pathmaker, there is no path—
only wakes upon the sea.
–Antonio Machado

I’ve never given a graduation speech. I’ve never been a valedictorian. I’ve never had significant honors to speak of. But I have some things to say.

And so do you.

Graduation is a threshold into a vast world of uncharted territory. For most of you, the past 20 something years have been a more-or-less set path that moved you from grade to grade, school to school, and eventually to college.

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Does Career Planning Work?

“He said, ‘You can’t plan it all out, you know. You just have to do what comes next. You can’t plan your career.'”

One of my clients was sharing about a conversation she had with a man who has been very successful in the field she’s pursuing.

This client and I had worked hard together. We had explored her stories and found these themes repeated again and again. It was as if her life was saying, “This. This. Do this!” and she had finally been able to embrace it.

Having found what she wants to do and why she wants to do it, she was strategizing where to start and how she’d go about it.

“What do you think about that?” She asked me. “It seemed like he almost disagreed with what we are doing. How would you respond to that?!?”
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There Are No Rules

- - Courage, Possibility, Work

A few days ago I came across this in my Instagram feed. And it stopped me in my tracks:

Yes

A photo posted by Dallas Clayton (@dallasclayton) on

Dallas Clayton is an illustrator and author. His Instagram will make you happy.

Too often we spend our time following rules without thinking about them. Some of these rules are spoken, but many of them are unspoken. We follow them because it’s simply what we do.

We’ve made them up, picked them up, and called them our own without even realizing what we’re doing.

We notice them when someone else does something that we’re not “allowed” to do. All of the sudden we have lots of feelings about it. Maybe it’s someone who quit a job, raised a bunch of money for their dream project, or otherwise taken a risk and voiced a desire.
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What All Great Leaders Do (And Now It’s Your Turn)

Imagine a house outside of space and time. I picture a nice three-story Victorian house— burnt red with white trim. The front door is yellow. And it has one of those spires, as every imaginary Victorian house should have.

In the parlor, Johann Sebastian Bach is sitting at the piano, not playing anything. Just sitting there. Just like he always does. Over lunch he talked of his love for music and his almost mathematical fascination with bringing melodies and counter-melodies together. Yet here he’s sitting silently, so afraid of the notes that he might play that his fingers never touch the keys.

In one of the upstairs bedrooms, Leonardo Da Vinci has locked himself in a closet. He’s painting in there— we think. But we’re not totally sure. Whatever he’s doing, he’s doing in secret. No one sees it. Ever. All we know is there’s a door and he goes behind it for a while, and then comes out. Sometimes he talks about it. He makes vague references to techniques and theories that he’s developing. But we’ll never know what they are.

Martin Luther King Jr. sits at the kitchen table, pen in hand, writing a speech or sermon that no one will ever hear. He’s been spending his time sitting there every day, writing. And every time you ask him what he’s up to, he simply shrugs and says, “Oh nothing.” He’s not interested in sharing his work.

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One Idea That Can Change Your Work and Life

Five or so years ago my wife and I moved from Chicago to Seattle. We had lived in a three bedroom house with a basement and garage. We didn’t know where we were going to live once we arrived in Seattle. We ended up in a one bedroom apartment— with way more stuff than could fit in it.

We had to make choices, that were difficult at the time, about what stays and what goes. We got rid of things that I was attached to. It was hard, but a house can only fit so much stuff and still be livable.

Your life is a lot like a house. You can only have so much in it. I’ve been learning this lately as I’ve had to make hard decisions about what to do and how to do it. A lot has slipped through the cracks as I’ve bumped up against the limits of my capacity.

I’ve had to learn to let some things go.

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