Those who know me well know that I love to plan, to aspire, and to hopefully accomplish. I remember planning at age 10 for my profession, at age 20 for my parenthood, and at age 30 for my “retirement” years. I’ve always had the philosophy to “plan your age”: that is, if you’re 25 years old, plan for the next 25 years visualizing yourself at age 50. With that sort of behavior, is it any wonder I ended up in operations as a profession?
Having had this disorder for over four decades now, I’ve learned a few key lessons.