New frameworks for entrepreneurial ecosystem building and life.
In January of 2020, before the pandemic lockdown, I was at a gathering of futurists in Charlotte, NC. The assorted disciplines represented included economists, academics, ecosystem builders, entrepreneurs and the simply curious. There, I was introduced to a book by Yancey Strickler, co-founder and former CEO of Kickstarter, “This Could Be Our Future: A Manifesto for a More Generous World”. I was intrigued by the title, and put it on my ever growing list of books to read.
In the months that followed, like the rest of the world, I sought solace…
Transformative shift towards belonging and inclusion, not just an (Asian) American story.
A few years ago I attended “Black Panther”, the night before the official release at the insistence of a friend. The fact that she is black and had never seen a Marvel superhero movie was significant. It was a compelling experience viewing it with her, as she saw someone who looked like her depicted in a powerful figure on the big screen. I was so moved, I felt the need to write about it publicly, hence my first post on Medium (Shift Happens).
The night before the official…
How a Homeless Man Made Memories for Millions.
As I have grown older, I have wondered about the impact people have on our lives and the measure of personal worth. What is the sum of someone’s life? Are they measured by accomplishments, credentials, accumulations or the value as determined by others?
It seems we all grapple in some way as we consider our legacy, and if, or how we leave a mark in this world. Here is a profile of someone who may not have considered these things, yet somehow he touched millions. He was not a wealthy man, he…
The Ancient Greeks had two words for time, chronos and kairos. Chronos refers to chronological or sequential time. Karios relates to a proper or opportune time for action. (Thank you Wikipedia)
There is an interesting convergence of milestones in my purview, some offering hope and others, despair. The good news is organizations and institutions are starting to understand the importance of entrepreneurial ecosystem building. The bad news is, for some of the practitioners, it is too little, too late.
Though we might spend other times doing so
At least once a year everyone gets chance to make a wish
No shooting stars, four leaf clovers, wishbones or dandelions needed.
In childhood, my wishes centered on toys
Better grades, higher status, shiny baubles, indulgent vacations as I aged.
Tangible rewards, peace of mind or global peace depending on how hectic or altruistic I was feeling.
If that one wish was all that came true, what would you spend it on?
A magic token?
An all access pass?
Hovering in the space between now and next
Pondering life, the universe and everything
Teetering betwixt the known and what’s possible
My mind weaves like a dancer’s arms
Articulating a story
Ebbing and flowing in unheard rhythm
As my hand rises and sways
I can feel a phantom one touching mine
Mirroring like mimes
Trusting movement and momentum
Curious where minds go
In this quiet time amidst departure and arrival
Circling in a holding pattern until there’s a signal
Wondering which runway awaits
Comfortable in knowing the sensation of wheels on the ground
Familiar and assuring
As the seasons change and life shifts
There is not a lot of time
as I move about my day
So much to be done
But throughout my day, I take pause
And think of a little joy.
The future is hard to configure
Hope can be challenging
when so much is at stake
Will I do the ‘right’ thing?
Will I keep all the plates spinning?
What if I forget?
What if I screw up?
Think of magic moments created in the past
The ones that turned out right anyway
As I look at more years in the rearview mirror than ahead, I ponder how I ended up here. So many ideas of what I was supposed to do and where I thought I was going. I’m happier with myself and by myself, but it was not always this way…
I had such a blissful young life, oblivious to so much. The “golden child” doted on by everyone in my wake. Life was handed to me in scrumptious bits and the gift of adoration, plentiful and constant. Moving into adolescence in a world not my own, the realization that I…
Life is truly what happens when you’re busy making plans
Sometimes they go accordingly
Timing precise and in tune
Then there’s a glitch, a hiccup, a pause
At times it’s incidental, others monumental
Just because these happen
Does not mean we are flawed
Not broken, not failed
No blame, no shame
It is not simple or easy or insignificant
It will take time, and effort and grace
To unravel and unwind and find a new pace
Balance patience, self care and settle into the space
Be mindful not to squander precious time nevertheless
Bid some adieu and wish them well
In the solitude of an empty house, my mind wanders to comfortable places far away
I open my Pandora’s Box of stolen moments
Each precious gem held up and examined
Viewing each facet with new admiration
Searching deep for the glimmer that reminds me of bliss
Sometimes my retrospection floods into my conscious mind
Like a river unleashed amidst a rainstorm
Other times like the morning dew accumulating imperceptivity
Emanating into a drop barely detected had it not been anticipated
I let my mind wander at times to the precarious place of imagination
In a world constructed without encumbrance