When I was a kid my dad told me that I don’t think. It made me very sad that he thought of me that way. Only much later in life did I work out that we were simply seeing and processing things differently and not very good at communicating to each other how we see things.
My dad was very analytical, good with numbers, magical with things that follow a logical process. He was a big thinker of many small things. You could see a big picture emerge once you’d added up all the little things he had in his mind. Problem was extracting the little things. I seem to have flipped the other way. Full of big ideas that often appear random and scattered, missing the detail. Dad and I got there in the end though. Standing on my own two feet in a foreign country did somehow bring our minds closer together.
Most of our clients come for one of two things. They’re either looking for big ideas or need help delivering big ideas. I have come to appreciate that things go a lot smoother once I understand what people are looking for. If I always did what Trump suggested I’d be in trouble.
Thanks Dad.
