My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
How to Solve Problems
To deal with a problem we must first give it a name. It need not be the right name. We can change it as we get to know it better, but if it has no name, no identity, then we have nothing to alter, no place to begin and no way to know when we have finished.
Labels:
life's rules,
naming
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