Per Axbom Twitter

When I stopped responding to e-mails same day I believe I created a new healthy, mindful space I had forgotten was available to me. Responding to e-mails can now take me an average of 1-2 weeks and I don’t let it bother me. On the contrary, accepting this empowers me.

When responding I also avoid apologizing for the wait. What I will do is thank the sender for their patience.

Yes, obviously this is a generalization with exceptions, but there is a huge change in how I manage and allow myself to feel about e-mails. Since about a year back.

🔗 Originally posted on Twitter

Per Axbom Twitter

I’ve grown weary of titles. I hang with the people I like, go to conferences I enjoy and in my work strive to create the most value to both sender and receiver of content and services. Sometimes I work alone, sometimes I lead teams.

I sometimes work close to the product, sometimes with strategy. If others feel a need to label me that’s fine. What I don’t like is working without talking to - and cooperating with - people affected by what I’m contributing to.

Setting clear goals is also an essential. As is avoiding or mitigating any contribution to harm. I’ll work from A to B, but need to know that everyone agrees on what those letters represent before I create anything.

🔗 Originally posted on Twitter

Per Axbom Twitter

This interview with @jack makes me suspect that Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland has been placed in the wrong genre, and is actually a dystopian prediction on par with Brave New World and Nineteen Eighty-Four.

I want a meet-up around this interview,

huffingtonpost.com/entry/jack-dor…

”Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter’s remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. `I don’t quite understand you,’ she said, as politely as she could.”

”Alice sighed wearily. `I think you might do something better with the time,’ she said, `than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.’”

`Really, now you ask me,’ said Alice, very much confused, `I don’t think–‘

`Then you shouldn’t talk,’ said the Hatter.

This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, >

and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call after her: the last time she saw them, they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot. >

`At any rate I’ll never go THERE again!’ said Alice as she picked her way through the wood. `It’s the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in all my life!’

🔗 Originally posted on Twitter