It’s minute twenty of a sixty-minute session and all of a sudden I realize that we’re not really talking about anything. There’s this long silence happening, but not one of those good, deep thoughtful silences. It’s like a silence in the midst of a bad first date. I look up at the time again, twenty-one minutes of a sixty-minute session. How the HELL IS TIME MOVING SO SLOWLY?
Thoughts run through my head as I try to look like I’m being present:
Man, I suck at coaching…
What should I ask next…?
This dude’s never going to hire me… Read more