A month after we met, my future husband Michael and I took our first camping vacation near New Hope, PA. The flower, the trees and yes, the romance, were all in full bloom. We walked the quaint town's shop-lined streets, hiked some local mountains (fine, hills) and told one another our dreams for the future.
That is, until suddenly and without warning, I became utterly uncommunicative.
When I was in my early twenties, I was feeling confused about my career path, I had suffered a bad romantic breakup, and I was, in general, feeling lost. While Ben and Jerry were my usual go-to life coaches (big on quick, feel-good approaches, limited in their long-range impact planning), I decided to try an out-of-the-box, out of this world tactic: I went to see a psychic.
As a professional coach, I tend to ask my clients more questions than give answers. As a Jewish coach, you have to imagine that the proportion of questions to answers is significantly out of whack. But it works – for me, and for my clients. It works because I believe that, more often than not, we have the creativity, resourcefulness and reserves we need to figure out what we need, and even how to get there. (Do I ever just give advice? What do you think? Sorry – old habits die hard.
If you’re reading this on an iPhone, iPod touch, iPad or other Apple product, take a minute to look at the back of your device. Don’t worry, I’ll wait. What did you notice? Chances are you noticed that it was sleek, simple yet sophisticated – in other words, it looked and felt like an Apple product, even from behind. That’s no accident. The late Steve Jobs was taught by his father, Paul, that when you make something, you need to make sure that the back is as beautiful as the front, even if nobody sees it.