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Years ago when I worked at a magazine, I had several interactions with a very elusive "coworker." Let's call her Margaret. The first time I saw her was when I was leaving the office at the end of the day. I caught a glimpse of a woman in a floral painting on the wall.

I was speaking with a client who feared she had no vision for her life; who retreated a bit when I talked about big goals in my membership community because felt she was the only one who didn't have any. By the end of our call, however, we determined she had a whole bunch of BHAGs (Big, Hairy, Audacious Goals)!

I'm writing this letter on the first official day of summer. The skies are blue as far as the eye can see, the sun is shining, and there's a gentle, cool breeze coming in my office window. It's heavenly. Summer seems to get shorter and shorter here in New England and how I spend this time becomes more and more important to me.

When I was a senior in high school, I went to a lot of information sessions with representatives from various colleges sharing all of the reasons why their school was the one to choose. I was naive and thought they were simply doing us a favor by coming to tell us about their offerings. I never thought of them as a "salesperson" jockeying for my tuition money.