Summer holidays. A time for letting the mind wander from one idea to another, connecting the dots in less automatic ways. This morning, a friend’s 11-year old son told me about his passion for the game of Minecraft. I usually stop truly listening after the seventh zombie or third giant frog, but this time, he was … Continued
Becoming a coach: me and Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme
I’ve got a permanent sugar rush of thoughts and feelings about coaching and training. I’m like Monsieur Jourdain in Moliere’s ‘Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme’, who discovered that, all his life, he had been speaking prose without knowing it.