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Hope and Habits

At our Global Sales Meeting last week, our president spoke about hope and habits. Success is dependent on having both.

On hope - you must dream of something, you must believe that you will achieve greatness, and you must have a bigger picture in your mind than just what is happening before you at the moment.

He illustrated this with the parable of the 3 bricklayers:

Once there were 3 bricklayers. Each one of them was asked what they were doing.
The first man answered gruffly, 'I'm laying bricks.'
The second man replied, 'I'm putting up a wall, one brick at a time.'
But the third man said enthusiastically and with pride, 'I'm building the most magnificent cathedral the world has ever seen.'" --Author Unknown

I certainly am a big believer in envisioning success as the first step to achieving it. But what really impressed me is when he spoke about the power of habits: those things we do every day, or the way we go about our days. How we spend time. How we connect with others. How we work. We become our habits, so it's worthwhile spending some time thinking consciously why we do things and how we can improve.

Cultivating good habits:














Changing habits when they no longer serve you:




















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