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Archive for September 25, 2011
Smile Newsletter: The Twelve Minute Cab Ride to Penn Station
September 25, 2011The Flip Side of Your Signature Strength
September 25, 2011We deceive ourselves when we fancy that only weakness needs support. Strength needs it far more. — Anne Sophie Swetchine
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Good News of the Day:
“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.”
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Be The Change:
Reflect on where your own strengths might subtly be becoming weaknesses.
**Share A Reflection**
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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
