Well. Here we are then.
The sixth century of weeknotes. Nearly 12 years’ worth. That’s a lot of weeknotes.
The format has changed a bit since I started. They have on occasion become short and cryptic. In recent times they’ve become a bit more verbose. It’s a way to shut down for the weekend. It’s a loose blip of a signal to keep in touch with people and let them know what I’ve been up to.
My mum has always kept a diary. She has done this since she was a kid. When a recollected date is disputed in our family, she’ll threaten to return to her diaries to find the definitive one. Sometimes she even does.
I talk quite often about ways in which I am like my dad. Weeknotes are a way in which I am like my mum. Although I don’t use them to resolve family disputes. Well, not yet, anyway.
This week I have learned:
- Sometimes you have to just keep your gob shut, even if the time of a profound change is precisely when you should be talking about the things.
- Serendipitous connections are such fun. I caught up with my coach Mel this week, and in passing she mentioned someone I should be in touch with. We were connected and chatting before the end of the week.
- The final push for the PlayCards is now underway. I’m so looking forward to getting the physical product published, and also to working with a designer to help make that happen.
- I’m interested in how partnerships might work, working with organisations that are adjacent to us but share our values. Strategy, digital transformation and data all seem that they might be interesting.
- It’s great to be working in a business where I get to talk to the founders regularly, and they’re open and wanting to help.
- So that’s it. Both my children are now at big school. I feel old.
The week in photos: