This afternoon I flew back from Traverse City to Portland. I almost didn’t make it. My outbound flight was delayed, and because of this I wouldn’t make my connection in Chicago. But thanks to doing a lot of air travel over the past few years, I had a few tricks up my sleeve to make it home, and even get …
No one likes to be wrong. Sometimes (often times?) even when we know we’re wrong, we won’t admit it, instead we get defensive and try to come up with some sort of story about how we’re correct. I’ve learned that in most cases this strategy doesn’t work. I mean, when you’re wrong, and you know you’re wrong, just admit it. …