Leadership courses and seminars are absurd inventions of the corporate age. Seriously, for crying out loud, what exactly were these people doing before they signed up for a three-day “transformation” in a hotel ballroom? The brutal truth is that there…
Where was the wholesale leadership bargain-bin? I must’ve missed that sale. Online groups churn out motivational fluff, polished “gotcha” moments, sanitized wisdom for leaders. But where are the minions? Maybe I haven’t stumbled across the underground posts for the people…
So what the hell are platitudes, and why do they kill your vibe? “Manifest your reality!” “Positive vibes only!” Some platitudes are rotten, and the festering fruit hangs lower. Once on the train, between a very bad rainstorm and delays,…
I once wrote about my disappointment with the chrome-polished platitudes on LinkedIn, the shiny universal “truths” recycled inside an echo chamber where everyone nods at everything. Eventually I nuked my old account. Deleted years of baggage, years of pretending, years…
PODCAST https://mattlr.com/ A long time ago, on a Saturday, we ended up in the tower cab of a tiny regional airport on the outskirts of town. Tiny enough that one young woman ran the entire tower alone. Approach, takeoff, landing,…
Have you ever contemplated suicide? Not planned it, not obsessed over it, but contemplated it? Do you often label yourself as “lost,” or “broken?” How “lonely” are you? Sunday mornings, do they become dreaded signposts, informing you that anxiety will…
Have you ever felt like throwing a chair across the room? In that moment when anger becomes more than data, more than a signal, what do you do? Have you ever visualized that movie-moment? Your palms are sweating. Across the…
The world is addicted to volume. Quiet power is a refusal. It doesn’t posture. It doesn’t perform. It doesn’t need to be seen to be real. Quiet power listens without interrupting. It acknowledges without fixing, showing up without asking for…
PODCAST https://mattlr.com/ You know those days when you feel like throwing the table through the wall. When every breath feels like a clenched fist. When you can almost hear your blood whisper, “Do something.” That’s anger. We tend to treat…
You don’t need to believe in anything to be here. Not hope. Not healing. Not even yourself. Mattlr.com: This isn’t a shrine to self-improvement. This is a field tent. Mud on the floor. Bandages are everywhere. Masks serve no purpose…