I heard some of the best work search advice I’ve come across in a long time at a career event sponsored by a Boston university where I was invited to give the keynote address.
After I spoke, a panel made up of career counselors from the university and a former executive recruiter answered questions from the audience and talked about how they managed their own professional lives.
The former recruiter had recently been elected to a leadership position with a volunteer organization serving professionals under 40 on Cape Cod (a minority here!) and each time she spoke, she would bring up some activity she had participated in with the group.
She talked with unrestrained enthusiasm about spending time the previous weekend, restoring the landscape around one of the Cape’s precious kettle ponds, and then she announced:
“If you’re looking for a job, go plant trees. You’ll probably find yourself digging in the dirt with a bank president or a business owner.”
I could barely contain myself!
It seems like just about everyone I’ve talked to lately has commented about the accelerated pace of their lives. 
Whenever the same question comes up more than once in a short period of time, it gets my attention, so when feedback from a program I did for an agency which helps women in transition mirrored a 
It was cabin fever, the need for a broader view of world than the one of the bird feeder outside my office window, that gave me the idea of going away for few days. 
After the holiday break, I was not surprised to start 2011 with a full inbox, but what has been startling is the number of emails I have received from people over 50 who have been laid off and can’t find work. 
Because 
Recently I was on my way home from a visit to a friend in Philadelphia, and after I boarded the train at 30th Street Station and settled into my seat, I noticed a man in his mid-fifties across the aisle from me. 
I’m sitting in the cozy living room of a house perched on the side of a steep hill overlooking Skaneateles Lake. (Pronounced “skinny-atlas,” it’s the second easternmost of New York’s Finger Lakes). 
Sitting across the table from me is a very bright, articulate, mature woman with an underutilized law degree. 
A few months ago I acted on a goal I have had for a long time—to start a 
With his usual talent for organization and clarity, Daniel Pink, the author of 
