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by David Lively | Blog, Communication, Generations, Personality Type
“It is incumbent on every generation to pay its own debts as it goes. A principle which if acted on would save one-half the wars of the world.” Thomas Jefferson After listening to President Bush and then a dozen channels of political pundits and Wall...
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by David Lively | Blog, Communication, Family Business, Generations, Personality Type
Greed-is-good Yuppies and Bible-believing conservatives each handle training the same way. This morning I was thinking about personality type as it relates to training. Of course, wondering always leads me to generational questions. Remember we are living and working...
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by David Lively | About Retail, Blog, Communication, Generations, Personality Type
Dreams and myths are constellations of archetypal images. What then is an archetype? Jung said we have a”preconscious psychic disposition that enables a (man) to react in a human manner.” Archetypes may emerge into consciousness in piles of variations....
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by David Lively | About Retail, Blog, Communication, Personality Type
For the first half of our life, passages are fairly easily marked. We go to school, get a job, find a mate, raise a family and contribute to our community. But a strange thing happens on the way to the finish line. The built in “life detector” begins to...
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by David Lively | About Retail, Blog, Communication, Family Business, Personality Type
“Jack of all trades, master of none” turns up more than 2 ½ million hits with a Google search. The phrase is the title of a book, a CD, a blog, a TV sitcom, and I’m certain a number of other things. Thinking about this old standby as it relates to...
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by David Lively | Blog, Communication, Family Business, Personality Type, Retail Idioms
Remember Aunt Edna? The one who pinched your cheeks and mussed your hair every year at the annual reunion? You liked playing with her marble collection, and the awkward hug was the price of admission. Remember Uncle Frank? He grunted a gruff “howdy,” none...
