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We set our sights on bigger and better things, and not slightly bigger or marginally better.

We want massive. The ultimate. The best. And we want it now.

I tend to be impatient for progress and incapable of recognising what I’ve got and how far I’ve come already. It’s instinctive to compare where I am with where I want to be, and to focus on how insurmountable the gap seems. Am I ungrateful, unrealistic or just impatient? Maybe all three?

The rhetoric of personal development doesn’t help. Goals aren’t deemed worthwhile if they don’t excite or inspire. If we’re not fired-up and a little frightened by our aspirations then we’re not thinking big enough. Burning the boats, stepping out of our comfort zone and pushing beyond our limits are badged as necessary evils if we want improvement. …

Spoiler alert — they’re humans first and resources second.

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As a project manager for over 20 years, I’ve seen different methodologies move in and out of vogue as technologies and working practices evolve. What remains constant is that project management is fundamentally about getting people to do stuff in the right order, at the right time, to the best of their ability.

This definition probably doesn’t appear in any project management manual but whether you’re building a house, a nuclear submarine, or a website, the same basic principles apply.

One of the tools of the trade is the project plan — a schedule that allows us to track progress and figure out how to get from point A to point B. It’s always struck me as odd that most project planning software labels those that do the tasks as resources rather than acknowledging them as humans. …

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A week ago we watched my father-in-law die from cancer. We were at his bedside when he passed peacefully. It was a moment imbued with love.

It was also a harrowing experience.

I don’t follow a religion but in the moments before he passed I tried to pray — asking whatever power that existed to let him let go of life. Nothing happened.

I texted a friend — a devout Muslim to ask that he might pray for the same thing. His prayer was answered instantly.

I’m still trying to process the experience while being as strong and brave as I can for my wife and her family. We focus on his forthcoming funeral as the point where we can hope to let go and move on again. …


Toby Hazlewood

A writer, dad and husband sharing his thoughts, wins and losses to help and inspire others. Say hello at bit.ly/TobyHazlewood

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