Greek Soccer

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Sometimes my coaching clients tell me they are scared to reach out to their network as they navigate a career transition.

I tell them I don’t care.

I mean, I care that they’re afraid, and that fear doesn’t get to slow them down. And I tell them the story of my 12-year-old daughter’s Greek soccer game.

I took my family to a small Greek island for a couple of weeks this summer. I was chatting with our lovely innkeeper (another word for networking, by the way) and we discovered our kids both love soccer.

“My son has a game tonight. Your daughter could play with his team,” she said in her gorgeously accented English, making calls to the coach and finding a pair of purple cleats that fit.

And we found ourselves at a Greek soccer field, my daughter making her lonely way across the pitch to introduce herself to the team of boys and one other girl, none of whom spoke English.

(Read the rest of the story at The Seattle Times.)