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Archive for September 25, 2011
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We deceive ourselves when we fancy that only weakness needs support. Strength needs it far more.
– Anne Sophie Swetchine –
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The Flip Side of Your Signature Strength
“As an executive coach interested in exploring what drives people to successes and failures, I have worked with hundreds of ambitious people including business executives, sports legends and Nobel laureates. One key discovery I made repeatedly over the last fifteen years is that there is a common driver to the successes and failures of the people I studied. I call this driver, the ‘Signature Strength’ and its downside, the ‘Core Incompetence’. A signature strength forms in a person when a certain competence matures in a person due to his nature and/or nurture. I found that the initial successes produced by the signature strength make people mistake a particular manifestation of the strength for the strength itself. They then convert that manifestation as a success formula and apply it to all of their goals. When this behavior continues indiscriminately, it becomes a Core Incompetence.” { read more }
Be The Change
Reflect on where your own strengths might subtly be becoming weaknesses. |
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“I was six years old and in foster care. My foster mother was not the kind of person I would have chosen to stay with. One morning she sent me to the store for a sack of flour. On the walk back home I was doing what any six year old would have been doing — playing. Because of that I dropped the sack of flour and it burst open spilling the flour all over the ground. I knew that this meant I would be in big trouble when I got home. A driver saw the distress on my face and pulled over. He came over to me and asked what was wrong. I told him that I would probably get the beating of my life if I went back without the flour I had been sent for. He took me by the hand and led me back to the store where he bought me a new sack of flour – and some candy! Then he wiped my tears and sent me on my way home. I never told my foster mother about the kind gentleman but Iâm twenty-three years old now and I still remember him and his kindness.” –Hasifa
Sangha of Auspicious Companions 