Posts by Ian Bryan
Weather. Sans ads
I grew up getting the weather from a few sources… 1) this crazy thing called a thermometer we had on the front porch. 2) Morning radio programs (back in the 80s when music and DJs were good). 3) JAM-JAM-1: a phone number we used to ring in Memphis TN that would give the date, time…
Read MoreMental health and the element of self
Mental health is a real issue – but its not what we think. Whole generations are running on faulty software that says 1 – The meaning of life is to “be happy”. 2 – “happy” requires knowing and expressing your “identity”. 3 – “healthy identity expression” requires “safe” people, spaces and experiences 4 – Apply…
Read MoreCourage at the C-level
Recently returned from camping atop WorldChanging Mountain with a small group of career executives. Most of us have known each other for 15+ years, “growing up” in the tech sector together. We drank coffee with the bugs and talked around the fire past sunrise – the conversation summarized as… Exec 1: “I want out. I…
Read MoreBolivar Asylum Visit
Heading back to WNC from Memphis, my daughter and I paid a visit to the creepy Bolivar asylum ruins. The sign was real. There were cameras everywhere and we had less than 5 minutes before leaving to avoid approaching security. I learned after visiting that my father once led a department here. My mother shared…
Read MoreGet off social media now
This is my kitchen, and the little booth area is where conversations take place. It’s heard the grief of loss, the fuss of marriage, the hum of homework and the laughter of meals shared. This space cultivates reasoning, original discourse and sincere connection. Those who visit my kitchen know me and can understand me. LinkedIn…
Read MoreOvercoming obstacles to inner peace
Around the time I turned 5, my father would announce “quiet time” in the mid-day. My older siblings read books and tackled homework, but I was placed underneath the dining room table, at his feet, and wait for the torturous silence to end. In-between the bursts of boredom, something would happen. Sometimes I would…
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