<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478</id><updated>2011-12-21T13:27:12.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy's Nuggets</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the Blog Description</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-3618247622244818111</id><published>2011-12-21T13:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:27:12.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ctrl-Alt-Delete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9Aztvkc8sI/TvIzCKMD-7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/nwTsMLm1vqw/s1600/ctrl_alt_dlt022-300x163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9Aztvkc8sI/TvIzCKMD-7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/nwTsMLm1vqw/s200/ctrl_alt_dlt022-300x163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688665391510059954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not because of Christmas, or presents, or all the holiday-specific food and treats.  It’s not because I get to spend time with friends and family.  And it’s not because I get to take time off of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are all good things, and I’m grateful for them, for sure!&lt;br /&gt;But it’s because at midnight on December 31st (or about 10:30, which is my more realistic bedtime), I get to hit Ctrl-Alt-Delete on my year. &lt;br /&gt;I get to reset and wipe the slate clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that this past year has been all bad.  It hasn’t!  But, there are some goals I didn’t “knock out of the park.”  Then there are some goals I never even set.  And the new year is reminding me it’s time to be conscious and deliberate about what I want for 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want?  What are you “re-booting” this January 1st?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-3618247622244818111?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/3618247622244818111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=3618247622244818111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/3618247622244818111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/3618247622244818111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2011/12/ctrl-alt-delete.html' title='Ctrl-Alt-Delete'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9Aztvkc8sI/TvIzCKMD-7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/nwTsMLm1vqw/s72-c/ctrl_alt_dlt022-300x163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-1364687668915214917</id><published>2011-12-19T11:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:54:30.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How are YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two weeks ago at the beginning of a phone call with a client, I asked the culturally normal conversation opener, “How are you?”  To which he replied, as he always does, “Excellent.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I paused more than just a moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Can I ask you a question?” I said, feeling envious of his consistently “abundant” mood. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sure,” was his response. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Are you always ‘excellent’ –  or is that just an automatic response, whether you feel it or not?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;His response back, “Listen, Nancy, every morning when I open my eyes and my feet hit the floor, I’m grateful to have the chance to live another day and improve on yesterday.  I live in a great country.  I have a great job.  And I have a wonderful life and four beautiful children.  How could I NOT feel excellent?!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve thought about this every day since then, and with the new year approaching, what a great outlook to have for 2012. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks, Dear Client.  You know who you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-1364687668915214917?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/1364687668915214917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=1364687668915214917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/1364687668915214917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/1364687668915214917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-are-you.html' title='How are YOU?'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-8852633348457341821</id><published>2010-03-17T10:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:28:59.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money or Integrity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/S6D0dJFrJdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ak5fkE1lzek/s1600-h/deep+in+thought.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449624330611402194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/S6D0dJFrJdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ak5fkE1lzek/s200/deep+in+thought.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was recently offered an attractive sum of money for a short term business need. This was a referral from an existing client. Without going into the messy details, it was a “slippery” opportunity that would have been an insult to my values, and objectively required a compromise of my integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m embarrassed to say I struggled for a few hours over my decision. Should I do it? I told him what my values are and that I vehemently disagree with his approach. So am I “in the clear” with my own integrity? We could use the money. It would make for a really nice summer vacation, as one way our family could benefit from the sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other side of me spoke up. How could you do something that is so against what you believe and stand for? How would you feel if your clients and friends knew? Can you “meet your maker” one day in clear conscience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth the two arguments went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked in with two of my key personal advisors to discuss this decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I decided I could not face friends, clients or Maker, without knowing I had compromised my values and integrity. I declined the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peace I felt afterward, and the clarity and conviction with which I immediately viewed and approached my business were far more “lucrative,” in a non-monetary currency, than I could ever have gained financially, had I engaged in a business opportunity that asked me to compromise my integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Are you ever tempted to compromise your values and integrity for the sake of financial gain? Especially in this market and economy, does the promise of financial gain tug at you? Or are you staying true to what you know is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my husband often says, “There is no softer pillow than a clear conscience.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-8852633348457341821?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/8852633348457341821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=8852633348457341821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/8852633348457341821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/8852633348457341821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2010/03/money-or-integrity.html' title='Money or Integrity?'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/S6D0dJFrJdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ak5fkE1lzek/s72-c/deep+in+thought.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-5774284560538622171</id><published>2009-09-29T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:42:44.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my 300 dollar cup of coffee</title><content type='html'>…tasted just like any other cup of coffee.  On any other day.  Yet it felt both far more stressful and more peaceful than any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled into the parking lot and my car gave a kiss to the car in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a train or bus, when it hits a bump, or comes to a quick stop, or sudden, lurching start?  And you gently bump into the person next to you.  With a little blush and half-smile, you look at that person and mutter something like, “oops.  Sorry.”  And you go on with your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s what my car did today as I steered it into the coffee shop parking lot.  But the woman sitting in the car in front of me, wasn’t so quick to forgive my car’s blunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the crack in her hard plastic bumper (what are they thinking anyway?  Isn’t the whole idea of a “bumper” that you should be able to gently bump it like that, and it’ll rebound???)  Anyway, I bumped it and cracked the hard plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I exercised my right as a female and called all the important men in my life: husband, father, old boyfriend who has bought, built and sold multiple car-related businesses – none of whom was available.  Only then did I rest on my own savvy, wisdom and negotiating skills.  I wrote her a $300 personal check and off she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal: when you own a business and/or are responsible for sales in your company, &lt;strong&gt;time is money&lt;/strong&gt;.  I simply didn't have time to figure out if $300 was a good deal or a bad deal.  God bless here, anyway: I offered $250, she said $300 and I said, "Fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to more important things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-5774284560538622171?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/5774284560538622171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=5774284560538622171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/5774284560538622171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/5774284560538622171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-300-dollar-cup-of-coffee.html' title='my 300 dollar cup of coffee'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-6700121670095384867</id><published>2009-09-14T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:17:44.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>next time you pray...ask for email to be down...</title><content type='html'>There I was...mid-week...working hard, in the thick of activity...when all of a sudden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a black hole of technology...my email was down.  Did you hear me?!?!  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My email was down!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Apollo 13, on the other side of the moon -- &lt;em&gt;I had no communication to the outside world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sshshhhsshh...don't tell anyone...&lt;strong&gt;it was wonderful&lt;/strong&gt;...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about 28 hours, with the exception of a few treasured clients whom I was really needing to connect with -- I was none the worse for the wear.  In fact, I enjoyed the peace and quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as a practice management coach and consultant who thinks she should know better, there I was, &lt;em&gt;many times&lt;/em&gt;, caught stunned by the lack of &lt;em&gt;bling-a-blings&lt;/em&gt; and darkly fonted new emails, begging me to be distracted from the all important tasks of servicing my clients and marketing to attract more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What will I do with myself,"&lt;/em&gt; from this silent place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it was peaceful.  No interruptions.  No distractions.  No annoying to-do's to take me off course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so, I was reminded of one of the fundamental, and easy-to-abuse, practice management principles: don't allow interruptions to waylay your productivity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start the task.  Finish the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll just not even go into Outlook tomorrow.  Let's see what &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; does to my productivity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it: &lt;em&gt; "You've NOT got mail!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-6700121670095384867?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/6700121670095384867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=6700121670095384867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/6700121670095384867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/6700121670095384867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-time-you-prayask-for-email-to-be.html' title='next time you pray...ask for email to be down...'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-7571643842008142692</id><published>2009-09-02T08:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:16:24.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes brilliance comes in small packages</title><content type='html'>Riding in the car last night with my 9 year old daughter, when she says (oh, so brilliantly)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom.  It's easy.  People will buy more when it costs less.  Just make it closer to &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt;, and people will give you even more money to buy more!  'Like...cotton candy!!!  If it cost 50 cents, oh my gosh, then &lt;em&gt;everybody&lt;/em&gt; would buy it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody looking to hire a Director of Marketing?  Where should we mail her resume?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-7571643842008142692?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/7571643842008142692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=7571643842008142692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/7571643842008142692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/7571643842008142692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-brilliance-comes-in-small.html' title='sometimes brilliance comes in small packages'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-4277312692763900691</id><published>2009-08-29T13:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:01:00.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the enemy within -- it's quite popular!</title><content type='html'>Knowing how much I believe in the power of resistance and how it prevents our growth and success, a dear friend recommended the book The Enemy Within -- Conquering the Dark Side by Mark L. Prophet and Elizabeth Claire Prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I often do, I went to Amazon and entered "The Enemy Within" as a book name to do a search on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding:  the first page returned 1-12 books with that name, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of 29,949 results!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Lord, you don't need &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;to interpret the meaning of that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pandemic: we all have dark sides within that torture us and hold us back.  Have you ever stopped to look at how detrimental your own resistance is?  Have you ever noticed how much energy you expend denying acknowledgement of that "dark side"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the work I do with clients, this is a univeral theme, with powerful results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a huge topic, I can really only briefly touch the surface in this tiny space provided by a blog.  Here's the bottom line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop resisting that enemy.  Consider the wisdom on the threshhold of your mind.  Notice what happens when you open yourself to heretofore considered "negative" emotions.  Just pause a moment.  Observe.  And see what nuggets are there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very powerful, if you'll allow yourself to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of my clients, they resist success (yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;success&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), because they don't want to "make other people feel bad."  Or they don't want to "appear cocky."  Or they don't want to "be selfish."  Just sit with those concepts for a little while.  There's both wisdom and "ridiculousness" in that perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other clients, they resist feeling rejection or being hurt -- and they never take risks or "ask for the order."  (Which, of course, means they never &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; the order either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Amazon evidently has some 29 thousand products that reference this topic.  ...Lest you think I'm the only one encountering this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;em&gt;what are &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; resisting???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-4277312692763900691?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/4277312692763900691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=4277312692763900691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/4277312692763900691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/4277312692763900691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/08/enemy-within-its-quite-popular.html' title='the enemy within -- it&apos;s quite popular!'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-2000505558389756273</id><published>2009-08-25T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:29:51.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feast or famine -- who and HOW are you?</title><content type='html'>It's a simple, common reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are in the midst of a feast (of revenue and new business), we are so busy &lt;em&gt;doing things.  &lt;/em&gt;We are so busy processing business.  We are so busy servicing clients.  We are even so busy "cashing checks at the bank" (which &lt;em&gt;should be a good thing&lt;/em&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...we are so busy managing &lt;em&gt;the feast&lt;/em&gt;, that we forget to be grateful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss out on the mindfulness and appreciation of how awesome things are.  All that work to get the feast, and we miss out on the wonderfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when things slow down enough to have &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; to appreciate -- what do we do?  We bemoan and feel down about the famine.  We wish it were busier.  We wish business was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's human nature!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our authentic and alive, wiser selves, however, call us to be grateful in both places -- feast &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; famine.  They both have sweetness to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself: Am I remembering to be grateful for what's here, right now?  Am I actively enjoying the journey?  Or am I just waiting to be happy when _________ (you fill in the blank)?  Am I telling myself I'll breathe when I land the next big sale?  Am I convinced it'll be better when healthier cashflow returns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for the waiting pattern to become a habitual way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the big giant Pause Button of Life -- and take a look around.  We all have much, so much, to be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are YOU grateful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start looking and I predict you'll either enhance your enjoyment of your current &lt;em&gt;feast&lt;/em&gt;, or you'll realize what you thought was a &lt;em&gt;famine&lt;/em&gt;, actually is full of "feast-ness" after all.  You just needed to look around to see it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-2000505558389756273?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/2000505558389756273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=2000505558389756273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/2000505558389756273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/2000505558389756273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/08/feast-or-famine-who-and-how-are-you.html' title='feast or famine -- who and HOW are you?'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-3902185820145316803</id><published>2009-08-21T07:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:14:04.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all in your perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The majority of the clients I coach are not in my home area of Minneapolis/St. Paul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only are they all around the country, but many times -- even after years of coaching -- I've never met a client in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a fascinating experience to know someone so well, yet never see the whites of their eyes. Initially, you may think, "How could you possibly &lt;em&gt;coach&lt;/em&gt; someone when you can't see their non-verbal or really know who they are?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reality is, there is plenty of non-verbal that can be "read" over the phone. Even body movements can be "read." The tone of voice, the breath, the timing of speech (think about what impact it has when someone is silent, or someone interrupts...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I was working with a very bright and successful client -- who is extraordinarily witty and sharp -- when I asked him if he could send me a photo of a recent marketing piece he ordered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sent that photo to me. And then he also attached a photo and said, "In case you've ever wondered what I look like, I've also attached self image photo that I took on a golf course recently."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked his permission to share that photo with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372386497894011170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/So6NDkMT0SI/AAAAAAAAADY/oTN-7R8aKlE/s200/Stones+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for today, no huge nuggets of wisdom...just a little humor for your Friday morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-3902185820145316803?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/3902185820145316803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=3902185820145316803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/3902185820145316803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/3902185820145316803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-all-in-your-perspective.html' title='it&apos;s all in your perspective'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/So6NDkMT0SI/AAAAAAAAADY/oTN-7R8aKlE/s72-c/Stones+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-3456536370847823024</id><published>2009-08-18T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:49:27.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling drained?  check your version!</title><content type='html'>Last week I had the genuine pleasure of being part of a conference for a group of Ameriprise Financial advisors. After four hours of sleep, I gave a presentation on The Power of Authenticity.&lt;br /&gt;I was one of six presenters, firing information at a group of advisors, one presenter after another, with no breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch and a couple more presentations, we went golfing -- it was a mid-80's, high humidity, sunny afternoon. Ever the serving speaker, I fulfilled my client's offer (request, really) that I have a couple beers as we golfed. &lt;em&gt;(Sarcasm intended.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we rushed back to the conference facility. Had dinner. Rushed off for a quick shower. Back for more drinks. Had fascinating and fun fireside conversations (debating the merits of Kathy Bates and Johnny Depp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found myself at 12:30 a.m., nearly 24 hours after I first woke up -- &lt;em&gt;fully energized&lt;/em&gt;. I did NOT want to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a &lt;em&gt;flaming extravert&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be more energizing than being around people ALL...DAY...LONG?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...unless, of course, you're an introvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How and where do you get your energy&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, each of us has a general preference for gaining energy: either from ouside ourselves in the external world of people, activities, and things. Or from one's inner world of ideas, emotions, and impressions.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your work (and indeed your life) is draining you and/or is less productive than you'd like, you may need to look no further than to the source of your energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just may be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I do that night after being up nearly 24 hours? I went to bed, of course. And woke up six hours later -- fully energized and ready for another full day of people, activities and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...the life of a &lt;em&gt;flaming extravert&lt;/em&gt;. It's all good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Life Types, Sandra Hirsh &amp;amp; Jean Kummerow, NY, NY: Warner Books, Inc., 1989&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-3456536370847823024?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/3456536370847823024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=3456536370847823024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/3456536370847823024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/3456536370847823024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-drained-check-your-version.html' title='feeling drained?  check your version!'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-1217078312809602790</id><published>2009-08-17T06:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:01:58.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever tried to sort your books?</title><content type='html'>It's been at least five years.  And there they all are on multiple bookshelves in our house.  Just teasing me to categorize them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They torture and taunt me to try to sort them in a way that makes it easy to grab that &lt;em&gt;one book&lt;/em&gt; I'm looking for, to share with someone, or reference something, real quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each time I can't find one, I vow that &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; will be the week I'll get them all sorted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened again this morning.  I wanted a book to reference something about the Myers Briggs Type Indicator.  It took a few minutes, but in the end, I found one book on my &lt;em&gt;personal&lt;/em&gt; shelf, and one on my &lt;em&gt;business&lt;/em&gt; shelf.  When the challenge occurred to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What, exactly, is the line of distinction between "personal" and "business"???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always approached coaching from a &lt;em&gt;Whole Life&lt;/em&gt; perspective, believing, as Harv Ecker says(&lt;em&gt;Secrets of the Millionaire Mind&lt;/em&gt;):  &lt;strong&gt;the way you do anything is the way you do &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not part family, part work, part physical, part spiritual, part financial, etc.  Rather, we are all of those &lt;em&gt;simultaneously&lt;/em&gt;.  We are always a spouse/life partner, child, parent, sibling, cousin -- it doesn't matter that we're at the office at the time.  And we are always business owner, sales person, executive -- it doesn't matter if we're at our niece's birthday party at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me be clear: I'm not a proponent of &lt;em&gt;think about work all the time&lt;/em&gt;...there IS a time for work and a time for play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as big of a fan of Dan Sullivan's &lt;em&gt;Free, Focus, Buffer&lt;/em&gt; as the next person.  But the litmus test differentiating between &lt;em&gt;productive thoughts&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;destructive obsession&lt;/em&gt; is the impact on your energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example is from a recent blog post where I told you about my 5 yr old son selling gold rocks on a Sunday.  I was completely energized by the recognition that he was authentically selling and it provided a rich parallel to Forte's business.  My vote: &lt;em&gt;productive thought&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, when, on a Saturday night, I think about all the work to be done to produce our next series of public seminars -- and it drains me, now we've crossed over into &lt;em&gt;destructive obsession&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often heard about the challenge of "how to turn it (work thoughts) off" -- and I'd love to hear thoughts from those who read this...it's a challenge that faces all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My litmus test is "impact on energy" -- does it energize me, or drain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, back to the books:  they're still there.  They're still not fully sorted.  They're still in two different places: loosely sorted &lt;em&gt;personal&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;business&lt;/em&gt;.  For now, that gives me energy, reminding me that we are all &lt;em&gt;whole beings&lt;/em&gt;, made up of many different parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us!  ...&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of us!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-1217078312809602790?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/1217078312809602790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=1217078312809602790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/1217078312809602790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/1217078312809602790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-ever-tried-to-sort-your-books.html' title='have you ever tried to sort your books?'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-7860844938395281295</id><published>2009-08-12T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:00:01.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't do THAT in new york city, can you?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes profound messages come in simple packages (and short blog posts)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My setup is complete at my outdoor table for one at Panera Cafe: nutritious soup, milk (we need it for our bones, Girls), Harry Connick, Jr. on MP3 (who says you can't mix romance and work), laptop, notebook and papers all here for my processing and perusal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no spoon.  [It's tough to eat soup with a fork and knife.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say to the two women at the table by me, "Mug anyone if they try to take my purse or laptop, ok?"  They smile and say, "You got it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off I go -- inside to find a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon return, I say, "You can't do &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; in New York City, can you?"  To which they smile and say, "No, you can't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see the message?  Did you get the lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to live in a home in a rural area where I can get twice the property and twice the land for half the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I want to live in NYC, where the urban energy is unlike anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on a gorgeous, blue sky, 72 degree night in a suburb of Minneapolis, I realize I've got it pretty good right where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the lesson:  &lt;em&gt;gratitude&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;Nothing more.  Nothing less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-7860844938395281295?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/7860844938395281295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=7860844938395281295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/7860844938395281295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/7860844938395281295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-cant-do-that-in-new-york-city-can.html' title='you can&apos;t do THAT in new york city, can you?'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-327695687539360838</id><published>2009-08-04T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:45:00.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gold rocks for $10.25!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There he was...our toe-headed, 5-year old handsome son. And we thought his big sister, with her outgoing personality, was going to be the sales person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you need to learn about authentic and effective sellling you can learn from this 5-year-old boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you dismiss the possibility of gaining wisdom from such a pint-size leader, listen up, 'cuz he has some great pointers to share. Here's how he did it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the conviction, energy and confidence of a person new in business and on fire to bring their product to the world-at-large -- he grabs his pint-size folding chair and a TV tray and sets up his "booth" on the front-lawn. It doesn't matter that there's construction on our street, and it's completely stripped down to the dirt, with "Road Closed" signs on either end. He's got "gold rocks for sale for $10.25!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of us in business for at least five years could be reminded of that energy comes from young, "newbie" enthusiasm. It didn't matter he hadn't had lunch yet. It didn't matter it was 85 degrees and he was still wearing pants from church. He was going to sell "gold rocks for $10.25" for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one drove by. (Remember: the street is &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; ripped up. Virtually unpassable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't matter. He still had his conviction and his &lt;em&gt;rocks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We encouraged him to consider a different street. Nope. He was going to do it in front of his own house, &lt;em&gt;thank you very much&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We encouraged him to make a sign, so his "patrons" would know exactly what he was selling and for how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for him (and us!) he was open to feedback. He listened. And after a bit of reflection, he "hired" his 9-yr-old big sister to design a sign &lt;em&gt;marketing&lt;/em&gt; his product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She happily complied with his request. Ever the customer service focused &lt;em&gt;graphic artist&lt;/em&gt; that she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We encouraged him to consider what people would be willing to pay for one of his gold rocks. Perhaps $10.25 was a bit steep, more than the market would bear. [Keep in mind these were truly &lt;em&gt;rocks&lt;/em&gt;, which had been spray-painted &lt;em&gt;gold&lt;/em&gt; by his pre-school teacher, who then gave them out on St. Patrick's Day last year.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He maintained his conviction: $10.25 was the price for a gold rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, Doug, offered him 50 cents for one. Nope: "$10.25, Dad. Take it or leave it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug and I, both veteran sales people with bruises and scars to prove it, continued to provide &lt;em&gt;sales training&lt;/em&gt; to our little soon-to-be-kindergartener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he took the feedback and modified his plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! He revised his signage and offered the rocks for 75 cents &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; he threw in a cookie and a cup of koolaid to sweeten the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we did a little behind the scenes &lt;em&gt;cold-calling&lt;/em&gt; on his behalf, and the neighbors started coming out. By that time, he was also offering freshly popped, buttered popcorn in paper bags for 50 cents. Or you could get the rock, a cookie, some kool-aid and the popcorn, all for a dollar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended up making over seven dollars in about 30 minutes' time. That's 14 bucks an hour, or about $28K a year, tax free. Not bad, Little Guy, keep it up and Mom and Dad may soon be knocking at your door looking for a job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, here's what Graham, the 5-yr-old gold-rock selling superstar did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He &lt;em&gt;authentically&lt;/em&gt; declared his value proposition.&lt;br /&gt;2. He went out looking for his target market.&lt;br /&gt;3. He marketed (in this case including advertising and cold calling (but don't ever tell him we did that)).&lt;br /&gt;4. He listened to his prospects and future clients and adjusted to their wishes and feedback.&lt;br /&gt;5. He stayed the course, ever demonstrating tenacity and focus.&lt;br /&gt;6. He maintained energy and enthusiasm (you should've seen him persuade people to buy these fabulous rocks). And when the energy waned, he stopped! No workaholism for this little sales guy.&lt;br /&gt;7. And he asked for the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I expect him to ask us for referrals and introductions. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-327695687539360838?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/327695687539360838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=327695687539360838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/327695687539360838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/327695687539360838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/08/gold-rocks-for-1025.html' title='gold rocks for $10.25!'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-8245527670728073486</id><published>2009-07-31T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:59:12.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a beautiful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's a beautiful day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let it get away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a beautiful day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you don't have you don't need it now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you don't know you can feel it somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you don't have you don't need it now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't need it now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a beautiful day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music fans will quickly recognize these as some of the lyrics of U2's Beautiful Day.  I have it on my MP3 (nope, there's someone out there who still hasn't taken the leap to the Ipod world...my MP3 does the trick just fine...) -- anyway, it's on my MP3 and comes up often when I'm out for a bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear it I try to listen to each word and be reminded to stay in the perspective of profound gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me well have, no doubt, heard me say, "We all live like kings and queens."  By "all" -- I mean my friends, colleagues, clients, prospects, partners and greater community which surrounds me.  We do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't personally know anyone who has starved to death or suffered from malnutrition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anyone who couldn't feed their children or bring them to the doctor for what ails them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anyone who has had to spend a single night of their lives on a cardboard box, with no other choice of where to sleep.  (Some crazy people I know actually &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; to sleep on the hard ground outside, after carrying a canoe and tent and gear to get there.  Suffering attack of biting, blood sucking birds we call mosquitoes.  But we all know those people are crazy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, Bono.  You are correct:  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's a beautiful day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  And I'm deeply grateful for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-8245527670728073486?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/8245527670728073486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=8245527670728073486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/8245527670728073486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/8245527670728073486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-beautiful-day.html' title='it&apos;s a beautiful day'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-3256736538769247383</id><published>2009-07-30T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:17:11.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just don't do it!</title><content type='html'>As a twist on Nike's infamous slogan, we all as business owners, sales people, and consciously-living human beings, need to practice the mantra of &lt;em&gt;Just &lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt; Do It!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are bombarded on a daily basis -- and with email and social networks (FaceBook, LinkedIn, Twitter, etc.), it's even more frequent than that -- with an overload of demand for our attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So try it for a day, &lt;em&gt;Just Don't Do It&lt;/em&gt;.  For one complete 24 hour period, make the commitment to yourself to not open the emails that are solicitations for your time and money &lt;strong&gt;and attention&lt;/strong&gt;.  Don't read the magazine or other advertising solicitation.  Don't even turn on the radio in the car!  Try for a little silence for a change and see what impact it has on you.  See what your mind, body and soul are capable of when no one's barking at your brain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you just might like it...and come back for more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-3256736538769247383?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/3256736538769247383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=3256736538769247383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/3256736538769247383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/3256736538769247383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-dont-do-it.html' title='just don&apos;t do it!'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-742543192008930005</id><published>2009-07-27T06:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:35:32.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a rip-off</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we really rip off our friends and miss out on opportunities to deepen our friendships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By not being willing to be open.  To be vulnerable.  To ask for help.  With the best of big-hearted, benign intentions, we shut our friends out and don't fully allow them in.  &lt;em&gt;What a rip-off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got a text from a dear, dear friend at 9:30.  She was hurting and wanted to talk.  I didn't see the message until 10:30 and was afraid I'd missed my chance.  When I texted her back, she responded that she was still up and would love to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did just that, for only 30 minutes.  30 intimate, meaninful minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed feeling so valued and loved in that relationship.  And I was grateful she reached out and trusted me and &lt;em&gt;gave me&lt;/em&gt; the chance to be there for her.  I went to bed much richer last night -- in ways far more valuable than money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, which type of friend are you?  The one who &lt;em&gt;rips off their friends&lt;/em&gt; by holding back, and "not wanting to burden people," or the type that &lt;em&gt;gives&lt;/em&gt; by authentically coming to the relationship and allowing themselves to be vulnerable and &lt;em&gt;receive&lt;/em&gt; when we need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know which type of friend is most valuable &lt;em&gt;to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-742543192008930005?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/742543192008930005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=742543192008930005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/742543192008930005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/742543192008930005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-rip-off.html' title='what a rip-off'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-6501568076727388704</id><published>2009-07-26T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:51:08.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes it feel good to let go of the reigns</title><content type='html'>It was a simple thing: at 4:30 on Saturday afternoon my husband said, "Let's take the kids and go to a pitch &amp;amp; putt golf course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw his eagerness to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo and behold&lt;/em&gt;, we all had a great time!  Our 9 year old daughter kept asking each of us how many strokes we had so far, and she quickly learned how to track how many strokes until you're "on" (the green).  So she kept checking as it came time to putt, "You got in in how many?"  Or, simply, "How many is that for you, Mom?"  [We're already convinced she's going to be a sales person...quite a competitive edge, this one has.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this, while our 5 year old son screamed at the lack of order and non-rule-following when we tried to skip hole 7, for sake of time.  We didn't say anything, we just turned slightly in the course to hold 8 and he started to cry as he screamed, "No, no!!  8 doesn't come after 6!!  We're supposed to go THAT way!!"  [We're already convinced he's going to be COO or CEO of a large corporation.  It's all about organization and systems for that kid.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it just felt good to let go and let someone else plan and organize.  I got to follow.  Didn't have to think about CBA, profit margin, business plans, client service or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...the simple pleasures in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-6501568076727388704?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/6501568076727388704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=6501568076727388704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/6501568076727388704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/6501568076727388704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-it-feel-good-to-let-go-of.html' title='sometimes it feel good to let go of the reigns'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-8080626903145518339</id><published>2009-07-25T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T07:32:05.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>flawed coach over here</title><content type='html'>Here's what's humbling about the coaching world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come to us wanting help in some area of their business (which often also extends into other areas of their lives). And that's why we're here, so they're in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but sometimes what they're looking for help with, we (ok, let's be honest and change that to "I", cuz this is a personal experience for me)...so...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; am coaching them authentically. Helping them work through to the other side of what it is they need help with. And it's a good thing this takes place over the phone, because there my tail is, firmly hiding between my legs. (Try to ignore the fact that this is a cliche' and, of course, there &lt;em&gt;is no tail&lt;/em&gt; [or &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; there, and this is reeeally weird?!?!].) &gt;&gt;grin&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just want to declare a humble moment, as it took me an hour to get out of bed after I awoke. Now, I need some coaching on how to not beat myself up. How to acknowledge I made a choice and it's done. And which options to consider going forward and exactly what I will choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, already feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-8080626903145518339?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/8080626903145518339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=8080626903145518339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/8080626903145518339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/8080626903145518339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-whats-humbling-about-coaching.html' title='flawed coach over here'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-3444165594284945258</id><published>2009-07-15T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:37:58.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know better...</title><content type='html'>Shocking news!! I just found out sugar and fat make you gain weight. Smoking is bad for you. And working too much can cause stress. Can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we can. We ALL know these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why don’t we do something about it? Why do so many of us still eat too much? Smoke too much. Work too much when we all know it’s bad for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there’s something inside that’s preventing the change. Am I alone here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I’m not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true in your business: You KNOW you’re supposed to delegate technical work to one of your employees. You KNOW you’re supposed to work ON your business, not be consumed IN it. You KNOW you’re supposed to have systems in place to streamline the work flow in your business, and better leverage your time as a business owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you don’t. Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not alone either. In fact, from Tiger Woods to Donald Trump…from Mother Teresa to George Bush…they, you, and I all struggle with getting out of our own way. Sometimes it just takes a friend, confidant or coach to point out our challenges with time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is: who’s going to help you do what you know you need to do? Who’s your Sherpa, on the mountain of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-3444165594284945258?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/3444165594284945258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=3444165594284945258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/3444165594284945258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/3444165594284945258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-know-better.html' title='I know better...'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691878343534741478.post-3697999012670567810</id><published>2009-07-12T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:38:25.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm jumpin' into the blog-pool!!</title><content type='html'>Like the 3-year-old child who kicks, screams, fights and resists going in for her haircut -- convinced the pain will be beyond tolerance when her golden locks are cut...I resisted blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I was told by several people I need to do it. Several professionals whom I respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could they all be wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something valuable to this "professional journaling"? Can I really write? Will people want to read it? Will they understand me? Will they throw rotten tomatoes at me and dunk me in the water?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. But I'm doin' it anyway, dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I know: the work I do is valuable. Clients tell me it's changed their lives. They say they could never have achieved the growth and experienced the progress they have in their businesses without me. All genuine modesty and deferral to all the work &lt;em&gt;they did for themselves&lt;/em&gt; aside, I believe it's true. How could I not believe that? It's what I do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if it's true -- I guess there just might be value in having them see/hear/read the musings inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on in! The door's wide open. But be careful what you ask for -- there's some nuttiness in here, speckled with moments of brilliance, if I may say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You be the judge...today's the day of &lt;em&gt;nuttiness&lt;/em&gt;, though. Brilliance comes later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691878343534741478-3697999012670567810?l=fortecoaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/feeds/3697999012670567810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691878343534741478&amp;postID=3697999012670567810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/3697999012670567810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691878343534741478/posts/default/3697999012670567810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortecoaching.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-jumpin-into-blog-pool.html' title='I&apos;m jumpin&apos; into the blog-pool!!'/><author><name>Nancy Imholte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07729945199844809897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xj35dQeSO00/R8mehKPPACI/AAAAAAAAABg/M1zux9flZHo/S220/Cropped+contrast+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
