Life has a funny way of leaving breadcrumbs.

Little clues. Unexpected encounters. Feelings we can't quite explain.
Ideas we can't quite let go of. Places that somehow call us back.

I've learned to notice mine.
I don't always know where they're leading.
But when I follow them, I tend to find a bit of magic.

About those breadcrumbs...

Looking back, I can see them scattered all over my life.

Some were obvious. Others made absolutely no sense at the time.

A chance encounter. A job I wasn't looking for. A place that felt strangely like home before it was.
A hunch that wouldn't leave me alone.
A book I didn't know I was going to write.

I've followed the breadcrumbs from Norway across Europe, across the Atlantic to America,
into the wonderfully unpredictable world of technology, through boardrooms
and corporate transformations, onto stages, into novels, across the Pacific to Kaua'i
— and eventually down a winding road in the Tuscan hills
that somehow became home.

None of it was part of a master plan.

Thank goodness.

Over the years, I've learned to pay attention to what gives me energy.
What excites me.
And to use that as a compass when making decisions.

I'm intrigued by what makes me wonder.
What keeps tugging at me long after I've tried to be sensible about it.

Sometimes those breadcrumbs have led somewhere extraordinary.
Sometimes they've led to mistakes, detours and stories that are way funnier in retrospect.

We don't always need to know where we're going to recognise something that makes us feel more alive.

And perhaps that's what much of my work — and life — has ended up being about.

I write stories. I speak to rooms full of people. I work with leaders and organisations.
I bring curious humans together in Tuscany.

And I keep making choices that feel right to me, even when they don't make much sense on paper.

Underneath it all is a fascination with one simple idea:

What makes us come alive?

Which, as it turns out, isn't that simple at all.

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