The Greatest Form of Love You Can Show Someone (or Yourself)


Tom Izzo is one of the most successful college basketball coaches ever.

But you don’t have to care a lick about basketball to benefit from the two Tom Izzo quotes I’m about to share.

Here is the first, which I heard him say a few nights ago:

Discipline is the greatest form of love you can show someone.

And here is the second, which I am paraphrasing since I don’t remember his exact wording. He was in a press conference responding to a question about how he viewed his role as a coach:

My job is to hold players accountable to their dreams.

The reason why Izzo has been such a successful basketball coach is because he provides a consistent source of discipline for his players, which in turn helps them achieve their individual and team goals.

It’s a simple formula. Not easy, of course. But simple.

And it got me to thinking … Continue Reading

Are You Being Wrong Enough?


On the recommendation of my Uncle Larry (Wristband #92), one of the most inspiring adventurers you could ever hope to meet, I am reading a book called Being Wrong by Kathryn Schultz.

I came across this passage and immediately wanted to share it with you:

To err is to wander, and wandering is the way we discover the world; and, lost in thought, it is also the way we discover ourselves. Being right might be gratifying, but in the end it is static, a mere statement. Being wrong is hard and humbling, and sometimes even dangerous, but in the end it is a journey, and a story. Who really wants to stay home and be right when you can don your armor, spring up on your steed, and go forth to explore the world?

This is where pride can be so dangerous. It can prevent us from allowing ourselves to be wrong — our ego too afraid of failure or judgment to allow us to fail.

But maybe we need to fail more often. Maybe that’s the quickest and best path to personal growth.

When was the last time you were wrong? When will the next time be?

Take pride in making mistakes. It means you’re outside of your comfort zone — a place we all know we should try to go to more often.

Flickr Creative Commons image via Hartwig HKD

How Primility Helped Me Stop Worrying and Relax Into a Crazy New Culture


[Editor’s note: Today I am excited to share a guest post with you, written by Sven von Scheidemann, Wristband #28. Sven has been a loyal reader for a long time now, and I have had the pleasure of exchanging many wonderful emails back and forth with him over the past year. His perspective is one we can all learn from and be entertained by.]

Did you hear the rumors that Germans cut their greensward with nail scissors?

Well, it’s not a rumor …

Sure, they don’t cut the whole thing with a nail scissor. Just the edges. (90 degrees had to be 90 degrees.) I’ve even seen a couple of people using a bubble level to give their hedge its last perfect touch.

As an open-minded person who visited different cities, countries, and cultures on this planet, growing up and living in this stuffy German village with 3,000 inhabitants was my personal purgatory.

Everything is organized, efficient, and clean. Everybody is hard-working and always just-in-time.

Every house, every garden, and every street is so clean and perfect that sometimes you start wondering if you are in a Disney World Resort. (Note: If you see Mickey Mouse somewhere walking around, you might have a big problem.)

And when you grow up under these special conditions, living abroad in a totally different culture can be quite a challenge.

Because no matter how much you disagree with your home country‘s philosophy — like I did — it is still part of your soul.

You grew up with special behaviors and typical habits, and there’s no way to hide it.

I decided very early on to leave my home country to look for a place where people care about life and each other, instead of showing their neighbors how accurate the garden is. Or how clean their car is.

I found that place ten years ago in the Canary Islands. Continue Reading

4 Lessons in Primility I Learned From My Unconventional Mentor


[Editor’s note: Today, Melissa Suzuno, Wristband #69, joins Andrew Stillman, Sonia Thompson, and Peter Morneault in contributing a unique guest post here at Primility. Melissa’s joy, exuberance, and humility leap off the page. Enjoy.]

I clearly don’t belong here.

I’m not saying that because I’m an American woman in the middle of Tokyo, which on the surface is a pretty shockingly homogeneous city of 12 million Japanese. (If you want the whole back story on why I was in Japan in the first place, you can find that here.)

But no, I don’t belong in this exact place where I’m standing, which happens to be a concrete patch at the entrance to Yoyogi Park, with a group of hula hoopers.

If you’ve ever had that sinking feeling that you were an impostor — whether you were faking your way in a college class, a board meeting, or a group of funky circus performers, the feeling is remarkably similar — let me pause and say that you’re not alone. Continue Reading