Author: Chet

BTL believes master connectors speak from the heart and listen with an open one. BTL believes master connectors are clear, concise, and direct (always with respect). Today, during a hard hitting practice with a strong business owner who is becoming stronger by facing facts and letting them in instead of the norm of triple d … Continue reading Clear, concise, and direct…

July 24, 1982. Beautiful, sunny, warm day. Miss and I were 23 and 20. Didn’t know much. Didn’t have much. Didn’t matter. We said our vows, hopped in the 1979 RX-7 and bee lined it for Kiawah Island, SC. I got burned like a lobster. Had a lot to learn, you know, about just about … Continue reading 39…

Most humans bury conflict. Most humans mine for gold. Excellence requires you to flip this bullshit on its head. Excellent individuals embrace conflict, in fact, they mine for it. Today, we dug up some stuff the team had been burying for twenty years. We dug it up. It was hard and not much fun. Remember … Continue reading Mine for this…

Tomorrow begins a little past 6bells with core work. It will be hell. It will break us all. It’s designed to be the hardest thing we do all day. It will be. Freakin’ magic. Next up a bit before 8bells is Rachel. She’s a BTL Builder and we’re chiseling her into her best. 9 bells … Continue reading Seven…

I pushed the tee in the ground today and smiled as I stretched my tight left hip. I was by myself in my happy place - Muirfield. It was a glorious afternoon carrying my bag and playing 18 holes of my favorite, childhood game. The mourning dove greeted me with her sad song on about … Continue reading Golf…

The world is noisy and getting noisier. Lead anything and you must become a master at tuning into pure signal. The problem is tuning out everything else. This morning a client told me about another problem weighing him down. I got curious. Slowed him down and then hit him with few words. He’s tuned into … Continue reading Signal…

Great coffee and practice with one of my KC clients this early am. Sat next to an old friend, Ben. I love this replica of Ben Franklin, on one of his favorite Philadelphia park benches, cane in hand, Declaration of Independence in the other, and ready to communicate a sincere challenge to any citizen as … Continue reading A Republic…

Today started at 4:44am when the alarm awakened my sorriness. Turned the coffee maker on, brushed the tooth, got dressed in the dark, and flipped the switch from chill to kill mode. Downer arrived first (Shocker). Jmo and PJ came next. Regina and Farmer came all the way from campus and we were underway just … Continue reading Damn…