<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358439039614555255</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:21:57.947-04:00</updated><category term='self-leadership'/><category term='emotional intelligence'/><category term='patterns'/><category term='apology'/><category term='mindfulness'/><category term='Extrovert'/><category term='change'/><category term='communication'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='Multi-tasking'/><category term='leadership'/><category term='conflict resolution'/><category term='conflict'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='travel'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='introvert'/><category term='Customer Service'/><category term='Handling complaints'/><category term='judging'/><category term='overwhelmed'/><category term='India'/><category term='Empathy'/><category term='difficult conversations'/><category term='focus'/><category term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>Lea Brovedani</title><subtitle type='html'>Emotional Intelligence in Action</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lea Brovedani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02315738606840497514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmgfkTeOohI/TY4IbgkVkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3GpMwE9gKBE/s220/Lea.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358439039614555255.post-4543269625113853077</id><published>2011-07-16T10:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T10:26:29.284-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overwhelmed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>Getting Beyond "Overwhelmed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The jobs that have to be done before the movers arrive on July 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; total pages instead of paragraphs… or at least I think they do. For the past week I have hidden in my office answering non-essential emails and playing games in an effort to hide from this feeling &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I have of being overwhelmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We’ve lived in our house for 17 years and each closet has treasures and memories. What do I do with all of those cards the kids made when they were little? A five year old backward lettering signature from Acacia, a task coupon book from Phillip. Hmmm, do you think I can still redeem the “wash the dishes” coupon? The urge to put the packing aside again and hide in my office is huge, but if I am to be ready when the movers come in a 1 ½ weeks I need to get through all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Part of this journey to India is around deciding what is important. I’m quickly realizing that things can be replaced, but memories of people and events will be stored in my heart and taken with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;OK, but I still have a house to get through. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I need to focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I walk to the biggest closet downstairs. It is packed so tightly that when I open the door, things fall on my head. Luckily they are soft.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;OK, my friend Colette Robicheau told me about the 3 bin method. (Go to her website. She has a ton of useful information &lt;a href="http://www.organizeanything.com/"&gt;http://www.organizeanything.com/&lt;/a&gt;) I’ve marked one “Keep”, one “Give Away/Sell/Donate” and one “Throw away”. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The feeling of “overwhelmed” hits me but I’m going to work through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Now I’m on a roll and I know that I can get through this. I get through the closet in a little over an hour. Now I’m feeling more confident and I know using the 3 bin system I can get through all that needs to be done. I’ve mapped out a list of my to-do’s and it doesn’t seem as bad as I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This seems like a great system for uncluttering the junk in my emotional closet as well. I’ve decided that I am going to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;keep&lt;/i&gt; all of the good memories. I know all of the things that worked to build the wonderful friendships and I’m going to move those positive feelings and habits with me to India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I’m going to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;give away&lt;/i&gt; appreciation to people I care about. The wonderful thing about this give away is that I end up keeping twice as much but that’s beyond OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Finally, I’m going to throw away the emotional junk. Slights I’ve held on to, grudges, insecurities, shame… they’re all going in the trash heep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Namaste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358439039614555255-4543269625113853077?l=www.leabrovedaniblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/feeds/4543269625113853077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/07/getting-beyond-overwhelmed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/4543269625113853077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/4543269625113853077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/07/getting-beyond-overwhelmed.html' title='Getting Beyond &quot;Overwhelmed&quot;'/><author><name>Lea Brovedani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02315738606840497514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmgfkTeOohI/TY4IbgkVkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3GpMwE9gKBE/s220/Lea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358439039614555255.post-4684230085296640936</id><published>2011-07-07T14:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:51:58.636-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patterns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multi-tasking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindfulness'/><title type='text'>Mindfulness and the Pain of Multi - Tasking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;My friend Tammy Isa&amp;nbsp;is a brilliant woman who juggles a busy career along with motherhood and being a great partner to her husband Shareef. She sent me this post today and I thought it was so good it should be re-posted so more people could read it. Here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Overlapping is something I find myself doing. Trying to work on two things simultaneously.&amp;nbsp; Usually half successful. The lesson in my action became apparent for me last evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I was readying myself to turn in for the evening. And, as usual, I was doing two things at once...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Reading an article atop my dresser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And pulling my hair back to ready myself for my cleansing routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;First I clipped my hair. Then, as&amp;nbsp; I was pulling on the hairband it got caught in the clip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I pulled at it and continued to read. Next thing, SNAP, the band slapped into my Left Eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Here's the good news,&amp;nbsp; I can see.&amp;nbsp; Praise the Lord. My eye is simply bruised and swollen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;My son Kadin was rewarded with a bandana from our friends the Mehta's when he broke his arm snowboarding.&amp;nbsp; It's become my eye sling! I'm wearing it as a patch to cover my eye for the next few days.&amp;nbsp; I'm feeling and looking like a pirate.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There is some fun it that actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Onto the lesson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Reflecting on the situation, I have determined that I strive regularly to be 'efficient'.&amp;nbsp; Yet in the moment, I often am not. Case in point with the hairband.&amp;nbsp; It's cost me more time than I ever gained...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;My Lesson- to be more mindful of the activity at hand and complete the task before I set-out on the next. I recognize that this change to being more mindful and completing one task before I start the next will be hard. The consequence of not choosing to do better could be a lot worse next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I am sharing this with you to acknowledge you, and to cause you to reflect on your own patterns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I believe we all go to fast, and do too much in one moment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We're trying to squeeze everything in...and make the most efficient use of our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I wonder if we consider increasing our focus to complete the task, whether we could get better results?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;And I fear that this really is a warning.&amp;nbsp; A wake up call to make me take notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Next time, I could be driving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358439039614555255-4684230085296640936?l=www.leabrovedaniblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/feeds/4684230085296640936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/07/mindfulness-and-pain-of-multi-tasking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/4684230085296640936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/4684230085296640936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/07/mindfulness-and-pain-of-multi-tasking.html' title='Mindfulness and the Pain of Multi - Tasking'/><author><name>Lea Brovedani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02315738606840497514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmgfkTeOohI/TY4IbgkVkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3GpMwE9gKBE/s220/Lea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358439039614555255.post-8997708319618221088</id><published>2011-05-13T18:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T18:26:52.132-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Not fully in one world or the other. I’m still working and living in Canada and probably have 4 months before I move to India. My excitement is tempered by the amount of work that needs to be done and the goodbyes that I face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I look at all of the friendships I have made over the past years with fresh eyes. I’m not sure where we’ll be moving to when we leave India so it is possible that there are many people I will never see again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Wow. Never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The pretty girl behind the counter at my favorite soup counter, you know the one with the beautiful smile and the sparkly eyes. She makes her own jewelry and we’ve had some wonderful and short philosophical discussions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if 3 years from now whether she’ll have her own store front shop. I wonder but I won’t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I’ll miss waving to the neighbor who runs the daycare center down the street and happily is doing well and recovering from cancer. Her tiny charges go for long walks each day. They get very excited when they&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;see my dog Booker and the hugs they give him are returned with puppy kisses. When we have one of those accidental encounters I smile for the whole day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My hairdresser whom I trust with both my secrets and my hair, the faces I see when I go to my networking events, the familiar friendly smiles, I’ll miss them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The friends that I share my happiest moments and crazed regrets are who I will miss the most. I’m fortunate that my husband is my best friend but my girlfriends are irreplaceable and the give and share of support has made the last few years very rich. I’m really happy that I have the next 3 or 4 months to appreciate them and show that I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Some friendships I know will fall away but I’m hoping that many can be nurtured through facebook, skype and email. Social media has made the world smaller and I’m happy for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It shouldn’t take a move half way around the world to appreciate your friends. You can do it just because. How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358439039614555255-8997708319618221088?l=www.leabrovedaniblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/feeds/8997708319618221088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/05/transitions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/8997708319618221088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/8997708319618221088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/05/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Lea Brovedani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02315738606840497514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmgfkTeOohI/TY4IbgkVkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3GpMwE9gKBE/s220/Lea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358439039614555255.post-6865272296452806478</id><published>2011-04-29T13:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T16:00:50.255-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>New Adventures - A Move to an Exotic Land!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My husband Ric and I love adventure. When we met, he was a fresh university grad working and saving money for a trip through Africa. He had his itinerary booked for an overland excursion that took him from North Africa to South Africa, ending with a climb up Mount Kilimanjaro. We weren’t expecting to fall in love and thought that the relationship would end with his departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;8 months after he left Canada, I flew and met him in Kenya. For a year we traveled throughout Africa and Europe collecting enough stories and pictures to last a lifetime. We stayed in small villages in Kenya, learned how to scuba dive in Egypt, ate and drank our body weight in Italy and France and before we flew back to Canada we married in a beautiful village in France. It was a precursor to the bestselling book&amp;nbsp; "Eat, Pray, Love" although ours was called “Eat,Dive, Love”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;27 years and two children later we were pretty settled in to a comfortable lifestyle in the beautiful hamlet of Bedford, Nova Scotia. Our children are grown and out of the house and I know most people at our stage are talking about retirement. Ric and I talked about wanting another exciting journey. We wondered if it was possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We decided to throw our request out to the universe and the universe responded. 3 days after we had that talk about wanting to live somewhere exciting, an opportunity came for a 2 – 3 year posting in Mumbai India. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So, in May Ric will leave for his new position as Lead of Product Management for an Indian Telecommunication company. I’ll be joining him in Mumbai once our house sells. I don’t know what the next 2 – 3 years will bring but I’m excited about the not knowing. I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to do training and speaking over there but I’m open to whatever happens. &amp;nbsp;If you happen to be in that part of the world, look us up… and be ready for an adventure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358439039614555255-6865272296452806478?l=www.leabrovedaniblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/feeds/6865272296452806478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/new-adventures-move-to-exotic-land.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/6865272296452806478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/6865272296452806478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/new-adventures-move-to-exotic-land.html' title='New Adventures - A Move to an Exotic Land!'/><author><name>Lea Brovedani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02315738606840497514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmgfkTeOohI/TY4IbgkVkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3GpMwE9gKBE/s220/Lea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358439039614555255.post-1591704870694728241</id><published>2011-04-26T12:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:27:18.092-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Silence is Golden - and other false assumptions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The affect one scared or angry person can have in an organization is what I call “the startled bird syndrome”. When you watch a flock of birds, if one is scared they all start taking off. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The message the one bird sends is instant “We’re in danger, get the flock out of here”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the absence of real information, our primitive brains go towards negative thoughts. In the past that propensity to imagine the worst kept us alive. That rustling bush could be a ferocious animal ready to pounce. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;In today’s environment the person withholding information is the rustling bush so we instinctively believe we are in danger. Our imagination can find fears that our rationale brain would find laughable. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It takes bravery and conscious self talk to steer us towards the positive and really check out to see if there are tigers hiding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Silence then, is not golden but dangerous. If we want to create safe, open and productive environments we need to have open and honest dialogue and show what really is hiding in the bushes. Silence stifles relationships and shows a disregard for the feelings of others. Good leaders communicate, bad leaders intimidate. Which are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358439039614555255-1591704870694728241?l=www.leabrovedaniblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/feeds/1591704870694728241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/silence-is-golden-and-other-false.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/1591704870694728241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/1591704870694728241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/silence-is-golden-and-other-false.html' title='Silence is Golden - and other false assumptions!'/><author><name>Lea Brovedani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02315738606840497514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmgfkTeOohI/TY4IbgkVkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3GpMwE9gKBE/s220/Lea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358439039614555255.post-8005158033119338494</id><published>2011-04-21T19:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:14:56.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No Blame Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;You might have noticed that there wasn’t a blog posted yesterday. I reached out to my friend. Sincerely and with the right intention I left a voice message and an email and asked that we have an opportunity to talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Staring at the phone didn’t make it ring. Darn it, I was ready to resolve this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My preferred way of working through problems is to talk it out. Being ignored feels hurtful, but I also realize that people need time and space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Recognizing feelings is sometimes challenging since they are usually more complex and layered than we imagine. Feelings that hurt us can disguise themselves as emotions we are better able to handle. So guilt can become anger, regret becomes indifference and all of those feelings can transform themselves into, judgments, accusations and spite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Recognizing that good people can have bad feelings is a place to start. Even good people get angry at people they care about. Acknowledging this allows me to examine those “bad” feelings and find a way to deal with them in a more effective way. We all experience conflict and it has nothing at all to do with whether or not we are a good person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;There are times when denying feelings will serve us. In the face of overwhelming loss, numbing ourselves can help us to cope. “Laughing in the face of danger” may give us the courage and ability to survive. At the same time, if we never acknowledge our feelings it will get in the way of effective communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When I finally talk to my friend I’ll be really conscious of stating my feelings and not my judgments. Judgments can &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;fee&lt;/i&gt;l like feelings but they are motivated by anger, frustration or hurt. So it’s better to say “I feel hurt, angry and confused” and not “I feel you are hurtful, and uninformed”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When we can’t get past the need to blame and say “Admit it, it’s all your fault” we should recognize that we are still dealing with those tricky hidden emotions. Blame gives us a cue that we are on the wrong track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Emotions are not the destination; they are the road that takes us to our destination. We can decide which road to take and that choice determines whether or not we’ll like the place when we get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358439039614555255-8005158033119338494?l=www.leabrovedaniblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/feeds/8005158033119338494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/no-blame-game.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/8005158033119338494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/8005158033119338494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/no-blame-game.html' title='No Blame Game'/><author><name>Lea Brovedani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02315738606840497514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmgfkTeOohI/TY4IbgkVkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3GpMwE9gKBE/s220/Lea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358439039614555255.post-4138982674299456740</id><published>2011-04-19T17:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:14:19.488-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflict resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional intelligence'/><title type='text'>I Know You are But What am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This is got to be one of the lamest childhood taunts going but I just found myself using a variation on a person I was upset with.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Makes me wonder if all of that money I spent on getting to the master level in emotional intelligence should be refunded. In an emotional exchange even the best of us can lose our cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I spoke to my amazing friend Deborah Monroe, an Ei practitioner from San Antonio Texas who listened as I explained what had happened and heard how upset I was. I am blessed to have friends in my life who will take the time to listen and coach me. Deborah asked me a question I ask others but it’s so interesting when you actually have to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; the work you &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;teach&lt;/i&gt; others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Deborah asked me if I had reflected back to the person at a feeling level. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“But they accused me of something I didn’t do!” I answered &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“They talked to me like a recalcitrant child! They, they they were blaming me for stuff that was absolute crap.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We were talking on skype so I could see her laugh and she asked me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I answered “Well… no. I teach this stuff, I don’t always &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; it!” (I do try to live what I teach but some days are harder than others.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Deborah asked “Did you mention that you were worried about how this would affect the friendship.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I told her that I had mentioned to my friend that I was disappointed in her as well. Even as I said it I cringed. The “I Know You are But What am I?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So, where do we go from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Frankly I don’t have all of the answers. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;What I do know is if you do the right thing with the right intention that things work out. I'll be calling my friend tonight to talk it over, with feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Join me tomorrow. I'll let you know what happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358439039614555255-4138982674299456740?l=www.leabrovedaniblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/feeds/4138982674299456740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/i-know-you-are-but-what-am-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/4138982674299456740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/4138982674299456740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/i-know-you-are-but-what-am-i.html' title='I Know You are But What am I?'/><author><name>Lea Brovedani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02315738606840497514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmgfkTeOohI/TY4IbgkVkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3GpMwE9gKBE/s220/Lea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358439039614555255.post-7461817771112495034</id><published>2011-04-18T20:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:52:24.093-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difficult conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflict'/><title type='text'>Self-Leadership</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It’s been a difficult day. Small piles of misunderstandings are now big mountains of miscommunication and fractured friendships. Sigh! Why can’t life be easier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My usual way is to take things head on but I know through my work in emotional intelligence that people will hold on tighter to their view and opinion if you try to push your view. Therefore a more subtle approach is needed and I sometimes struggle with subtle. Sometimes I know that the best thing to do is to do nothing, at least for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When someone has a strong opinion we literally need to give them time to rewire their mind and make a new connection. They need space to make that happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In David Rock’s book “Quiet Leadership” he talks about 6 steps to transforming performance. I’ve found that they help me to understand and work with difficult situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The first step is to think about the other persons thinking. It’s not about &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; they are thinking but &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; they are thinking that way. Ask: Why am I thinking the way I am? Why are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Once you figure out why someone is thinking in a certain way get focused on solutions and see things from a high level. What is the best possible outcome you envision? It might seem obvious that we need to focus on the solution and not the problem but it’s surprising what little time is spent on the solution when emotions are high. Focusing on the problem keeps us rooted in the past and in the negative blame spiral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Speak with a generosity of spirit and communicate with intention to find a resolution. Be willing to stretch. Stretching to a place that isn’t comfortable is often where we find resolution and growth. Are you willing to go to a place of discomfort and stretch your opinions and beliefs? What positives can you pull out of the situation? In my case, both my friend and I were focused on improving an organization although our perspectives were different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;See what insights you can find to help you both going forward. Once you are aware of the thinking, reflect and illuminate. It is in the illumination where you will find the motivation to resolve the dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358439039614555255-7461817771112495034?l=www.leabrovedaniblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/feeds/7461817771112495034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/self-leadership.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/7461817771112495034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/7461817771112495034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/self-leadership.html' title='Self-Leadership'/><author><name>Lea Brovedani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02315738606840497514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmgfkTeOohI/TY4IbgkVkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3GpMwE9gKBE/s220/Lea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358439039614555255.post-648255475427382719</id><published>2011-04-15T13:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T17:45:38.116-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introvert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extrovert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional intelligence'/><title type='text'>Extrovert or Introvert? Which is better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Most people assume that I am an extrovert because I am a professional speaker and work as a trainer. My scores for introversion/extroversion are right on the line so although I can “turn it on” when I need to, I am much more comfortable in intimate settings with close friends. When I need to get energy I spend some quiet time alone but I love the excitement of speaking in front of large groups. I also view strangers as friends I haven’t met yet which puts me in the extroverted camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Which is better? Being an extrovert or an introvert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Neither. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We need both. Rules and labels apply to food agencies but not to people. When we take the time to know people better and see what lies below the surface, we develop rich relationships that can last a lifetime. The key is learning to appreciate each other and increase our emotional intelligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We tend to see ourselves in the light of our intentions and others according to their actions. What would happen if we changed that? What if we judged others according to their intentions and ourselves according to our actions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Many judgments are based on what we see. It’s like judging the size of the iceberg by what we see above the water line. For people who are introverts, people can misinterpret their behavior as cold, disinterested or even arrogant. Small changes for the introvert will give big returns. Things like smiling more often and asking how someone is, remembering something about others and asking them questions can increase their ability to connect and improve the perceptions of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;People who are extroverts should allow others to talk and listen to what people have to say without interruption. This will help them to appear more caring and less narcissistic. Again we’re talking about appearance; the iceberg analogy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Where are you comfortable? Are you an extrovert or an introvert? What do you do to see below the surface?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358439039614555255-648255475427382719?l=www.leabrovedaniblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/feeds/648255475427382719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/extrovert-of-introvert-which-is-better.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/648255475427382719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/648255475427382719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/extrovert-of-introvert-which-is-better.html' title='Extrovert or Introvert? Which is better?'/><author><name>Lea Brovedani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02315738606840497514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmgfkTeOohI/TY4IbgkVkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3GpMwE9gKBE/s220/Lea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358439039614555255.post-5351323593166827790</id><published>2011-04-14T10:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T10:53:38.793-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handling complaints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Customer Service'/><title type='text'>Building Trust with Your Customers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Most companies believe that they are trusted but don’t understand what they are doing to erode the trust. Have you ever called a company or service provider and been told “I’m sorry, it’s not our policy”?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I don’t know about you but I find it infuriating to be treated as a policy instead of an individual. I want them to be sorry and fix the problem or at the very least acknowledge me as a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Imagine how you would feel if they said (and meant it) “I’m so sorry – what can we do to make this right?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Anyone who is working on the front line needs the authority to take responsibility. Don’t blame policy, the company or someone else. Just take ownership even if it is to say “Clearly we did not _____ effectively”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Acknowledge their pain and show you care about them as a person who has feelings. Even if they are being a jerk on the outside, clearly there is something that is making them unhappy. Hear that and care about it. You'll take your customer service from 0 to 60 in 10 seconds flat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358439039614555255-5351323593166827790?l=www.leabrovedaniblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/feeds/5351323593166827790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/building-trust-with-your-customers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/5351323593166827790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/5351323593166827790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/building-trust-with-your-customers.html' title='Building Trust with Your Customers'/><author><name>Lea Brovedani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02315738606840497514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmgfkTeOohI/TY4IbgkVkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3GpMwE9gKBE/s220/Lea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358439039614555255.post-4833349450096647949</id><published>2011-04-14T09:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:56:37.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting looking out the window at a dreary grey day. I'm looking for inspiration&amp;nbsp;but it's just not coming to me. Ever had one of those days? When you are supposed to be brilliant but the weather, the mood or the atmosphere just isn't doing it for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's what you do. Take yourself back to your happy place. The place you've gone to or are going to that gives you that inspiration that you need. More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6358439039614555255-4833349450096647949?l=www.leabrovedaniblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/feeds/4833349450096647949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/welcome-to-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/4833349450096647949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6358439039614555255/posts/default/4833349450096647949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.leabrovedaniblog.com/2011/04/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my Blog'/><author><name>Lea Brovedani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02315738606840497514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmgfkTeOohI/TY4IbgkVkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3GpMwE9gKBE/s220/Lea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
