I was suffering from insomnia on Christmas morning this year. I woke up at three am, and lay wide awake in bed for the next two hours. Personally I blame the fact that I have no idea what a sugarplum looks like. My imagination turns sugarplums into a cross between Audrey II and the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. When you’re dreaming of those things, of course you’re not going to be able to sleep.
At five o’clock I finally got up and went downstairs to read. Patrick Lencioni’s latest book, Getting Naked, had been sitting in my to read pile for awhile. Two and a half hours later the mice still weren’t stirring, but I had read the book cover to cover. Why was I able to finish the book so quickly? No, not because it was a picture book of people getting naked. It’s structured as a first-person narrative, or as the author calls his works – fables.
I received Seth Godin’s latest book, Linchpin, as a gift from my dear friend, Clay Hebert, with the following inscription.
“Paul,
You’re a true linchpin, so for you this book is an award, not a manual. You taught me a lot of this long before Seth did. Knowing you has permanently and immeasurably changed the arc of my life, and for that I can never thank you enough.
Butch & Sundance
Simmons & Gladwell
Pettengill & Hebert
You’re my hero, Paul.
Love Always,
Clay”