In our office, the kitchen exhaust fan blows the smoke from the cooktop–back into the kitchen.
It’s a closed loop, a palliative, a noisy device that doesn’t do much except make you feel like at least you’re trying.
Most of the exhaust fans in our lives are actually part of a closed system. The detritus, pain or actions we share don’t go very far away before they turn around and head back toward us.
For more than thirty years, I’ve been trying to turn on lights, inspire people and teach them how to level up. This blog has been appearing daily for more than a decade. One day, if we meet, I hope you’ll share with me your favorite posts. Even better, I’d like to hear about how a book or course helped you interact with the world differently and make a difference.