We are not magicians !


Few months ago, I lost a friend. A friend I really appreciated. He did not die, we just stopped talking each other. We did not agree on something, he upset me, I had bad words, he answered briefly, and over. And I always had regrets. I always had the feeling I made something wrong.I felt sad and guilty. The other day, I was thinking about that story, in a taxi. I love taxi. This is one of the situation where someone else knows where we go and it gives me freedom to think in peace. And I got a serie of revelations.

Disapointment. The reason why I had bad words with that friend, is because I felt disapointed. Which is obviously driven by the fact that I expected something he could not give me, I expected too much. That person was not a magician. I got that clearly, in a second.

About the mirror. I realized that this person was not a magician. But neither was I. Just like he was not ready to suffer my behavior or opinion, I was not. I could not make the magic of being absolutely intuitive, sensitive and good, the magic to read his mind, the magic of respecting desires or avoiding scars, the magic of being perfect. I am not a magician. (Note that the worst resides in the fact that having an under-estimated image of myself, I did not even imagine that he could expect something like magic from me, and that I could disappoint him – no comment, thanks, I’ll keep this one for later and further thoughts).

So, we were equally not magicians. I stopped thinking about that lost friendship and gained some altitude. Okay. So. We are not magicians. No one is a magician. That was a shock. This seemed like a very bad news in that taxi. A kind of hurting “welcome back on earth, honey”. I breathed, looked for my optimism and thought. Well, if there is no magician at all, will the world loose all its glitter ? No. Because. The good news is that we have something which is much more powerfull then any magic wand. This is named words.

Words. We can make crazy things with words, such as writing love letter or, in case of problem, ask “are you okay with the situation ?”. We can warn when something goes wrong, when gaps and frictions start to appear. This is much less sexy then magic wand. Yes, I agree. But at least, we can express feeling, discomfort, anxiety, anything that can help the other to understand us and our (probably too high) expectations.

Words. Yes. But. The words used in this kind of border or tricky situation have to be true words. Not half words, not words to be guessed between the lines, not jokes or heard in. I discovered recently that there is a nice tool that can help, it is called assertive communication. The assertive communication concept is : you express your own perception of a situation or feeling, exposing the facts supporting your perception. Sentences like ‘I have the feeling that….’. And you invite the other to answer, comment, share his own vision. And the exchange can start. It can be quite interesting because you are removing from the communication all the noise of attacks, judgement, guess… In addition it is lead by respect, because you can not challenge the feeling of the other, you can not pretent he is not affraid, sad, sorry or confused, if he is expressing it (because this would be like denying his intimacy, his own personality). I’ll definitely keep on using that one.

But magic words can only happen in special cases. Off course, this kind of communication works if and only if: i) trust is a background, and ii) willingness is in the air. Willingness to listen and participate to the discussion, willingness to understand and be understood. With trust and willingness,  you can make magic and glitter back in the world. Realizing the existence of those ingredients made me peacefull. Magic does not exist but with words, we can stay on the light side of the life.

Note : And what about this special friendship ? I realized that willingness and trust were not part of our friendship when our disagreement appeared. Magic words were unusable, nothing could have saved us. I am still very sad for this friendship I lost, but I dont feel guilty anymore.

Hack is life !


Il y a quelques semaines, je discutais avec mon ami Jean Luc, psychologue, un peu philosophe aussi sur les bords. Sa vision de notre société est toujours intéressante, son point de vue particulier, forgé par les heures passées à écouter les hommes, les femmes raconter leur troubles. Et un matin nous discutions de la façon d’occuper notre temps, nous, les humains. Le travail, le loisir, la création… Et sur ce dernier point il me révélât un point majeur, qui changera je crois la perception de mes chantiers créatifs. Pour la vie.

En résumé et sans doute sans la nécessaire subtilité, je partage avec vous notre échange.

Je lui disais que je créais, poésie, amusement littéraire, photo, critique artistique, billets de vie. Bref, que je créais souvent, sur différents thèmes, et que je ne savais pas vraiment pourquoi, ni pour qui, en toute humilité, mais que c’était un besoin, inexpliqué. Et Jean Luc suggéra le point de vue suivant. La quête de la perfection rend immobile, me dit-il. L’immobilisme est une pulsion de mort. Le bricolage, imparfait, est l’expression du désir. Le geste de jeter au monde une création imparfaite, une idée en développement, un outil plus ou moins bancal. Tout cela. C’est l’expression de la vie, a-t-il dit. Une pulsion de survie. Ça m’a tellement parlé…

Voilà. Hack is life. Avec mes petits bouts de mots et d’images. Je me suis sentie vivante. Et confiante. Merci.

Fear. No. Thxs.

There is a concept I have been turning around all the summer. This came via friends, familly, work, society, art. Fear. I will not enter into the details and little stories and triggers, but it became an underlying question for me. So. Fear.

fear is a liar

The first question is. How does fear influence me? Lets be frank. Answer is : sometimes but sometimes too much (depending on how much energy I have). I have the impression that fear sometimes stops me from doing things, it sometimes transforms the way I read a personnal or society situation, and sometimes drives me into a wrong direction. And finally, anytime I fear something, it burns a lot of my precious energy.

The next coming thought is. Fuck. There is no reason fear should even be able to infuence my life of autonomous super woman (irony inside). Because I am not anymore a little girl (sorry dad). Because fear only puts a barrier between me and what I want.

(RT if you are tempted to ask someone else to manage your shit)( I did RT)

Can I have this fear disapearing in a finger snap ? No. And it might not even be desirable. I need to understand it, and identify the reason for it, and eventually reduce its impact. Each of us has his own fears, based on history, bad experiences. Because this is how we learn and build ourselves, as young animals. By trying and enjoying the experience or not. And in this learning path, drama, sorrow, pain, brutality, injustice, goes into a bag and feed fears. Each human, having his own bag, with its acceptable size… This leads to the fact that no one else then me can understand my fears. Yes, psy and coach experts can help. But by nature, this is a lonesome travel.

What about mantra ? I could try the Bene Gesserit wisdom.  “ I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.” Seems reasonnable positioning but…. But I have the feeling this will require a little bit more work on my side then  just repeating this sentence.

Being ready to stare my fears in the eyes, really ? Pffff, how to do that ? I dont know. I guess reaching  that specific mindset, depends on each of us. Each person, a recipe. Nevertheless I have the intuition that for me, it may rely in a sane body, a peaceful mind and some confidence (well, you got me, I read some books and articles). This is what I am working on, at the moment.

And what if ? Another way to fight fear is to say. So what? I am afraid, I may take risk and I may fall. But if I fall, what could happen? Well. Maybe nothing. But in case something serious happens… Do I have friends? Yes. So I’ll share with them that wonderful post about watching a friend falling

Okay, com’on, go. I think I’m ready. I’ll walk on the path of trying to embrace my fears. Slowly, but surely.



Note :Some way fear entered my life in recently creativity , innovation, [fr] photo, music, politic



Got a life ? Think about deserting…

chemin seul

I have a family life, I have a great international job. And since my kids were born, I am enjoying once a year a week, alone. Alone. Not with friends, far cousin, grand aunt, … Alone. I am just leaving the town, staying in a room in Paris, Lyon, or wherever I want, and I spend one week. Alone.

It is very complex to explain to people around me that I am doing that. Friends, colleagues and relatives just stare at me, asking *the* question ‘and what about your children ?’. Well, they have a father. And by the way, their father does the same, once a year, he goes far away and enjoys it. The main purpose for that week for me is writing. But there are some aside benefits coming with it.

Realizing. When I am alone, I am realizing how people (and things) drive my life instead of me. As a mother, a friend and a working woman, involved in innovation, I am handling dozens of topics a day. I switch from one to another, keeping the best of it, welcoming the next one. Same for people, I am constantly in meeting, calls, brainstorm. I am having an attitude to adapt myself to a lot of constraints, conversation, personnalities. Work, family, friends. Everyone’s knocking at my door, anytime, is most of the welcome, as I am the kind of person enjoying far too much new stuff.

Experiencing. So imagine the contrast. Spending one week with no one, empty planning, no meeting. Life gets really really quiet. You wake up alone, you have your coffee alone, usually *very* late, you walk in the street alone, you eat whatever meal you like, you jump in any bus, visit any place. No consensus. You decide each single action of your day, with no limit. And then you can start realizing and understanding all the ropes guiding or embracing your life.

Being nice with yourself. Another reason why I believe it is important to be alone : spending some time with yourself is a way to treat yourself right. Getting the attention you deserve.Spending your time and attention only to others is the best way to forget yourself and be driven into situation you don’t really choose or like. Yes, that’s life, with no bad intention, people tends to divert you.

Thinking about you. Experiencing to be the only parameter in your own life is a thing. So after few days, when the magic of loneliness and autonomy happens, this is the right time to look at your project and habits and ask : why am I doing that ? what is the best for me ? what is sweet in my life ? where are my limits (real or perceived) ? Well, challenging some choices and habits. All the question we sometimes fail to ask, being in the race (or comfort) of life.

Beware. I am not claiming this situation – thinking about you, yourself and no one else – should happen all the year, or that you should become an asocial and selfish person (actually, you could, but, well, that’s not exactly my style, neither my purpose). But this a time where you put yourself in the middle of the picture and have a chance to question your life. And that is interesting.

Just try it. You can only benefit from better listening to you.


Bretagne, première.

Saint Malo, 30 heures d’arrêt. Dès la gare, l’air est chargé. Le sel, la pêche, le chaud, le vent. Je file intra-muros. Les remparts et la vie majestueuse. Un truc infini, large. L’horizon parsemé d’iles, de forts, de phares. Les voiles penchées, sous le vent. Les départs d’écoliers, catamaran et optimiste. Ça tangue, hein, gamin !


La plage. Ce truc plat, lumineux, brillant. Ourlé de rangées de troncs immenses. Comme des aiguilles pour tenir le sable de voile le long de la digue, contre la danse des marées. Le vent dans les oreilles, le sentiment de solitude. Coupé des autres. Chacun vaque. Avec tout l’espace nécessaire. Assis sur la bouée numéro 4. Chantier de château. Course d’enfants. Tennis de plage. Embrassades folles. Lecture abritée et parasol. Promenade du dimanche. Séance photo. Les crabes. Agathe, Antoine, Faustine. Baignade et hurlements. Contemplations.

DSC_1858DSC_1822A la piscine d’eau de mer. Les minots du plongeoir. Les mêmes qu’ailleurs. Braves et drôles. Hurlant au pied du saut. Heureux de leurs exploits.DSC_1900

Et ce sable, il est finalement beau et doux, ce sable. On y met un orteil, puis on le foule franchement. Les rivières d’eau laissées par la marée caressent. On finit par y prendre goût. Jusqu’à tremper pieds et chevilles.


La anse du Guesclin. Grande plage sauvage déserte. Le sentier côtier. Le long des falaises. Je me souviens de l’île de Mann, de l’île de Jersey. Mais le sentiment d’espace est fort. Le bleu profond, loin. Et les phares. Où que l’on regarde. Je les aime, moi ces phares, qui disent. Bienvenue. Attention. C’est par ici. Vas-y mon gars, poursuis ta route.




La Bretagne. Première. D’une longue série.


Note : merci Valérie, FX, Stéphane pour vos généreux conseils 🙂

Four years of blogging, so what ?



It has been 4 years since I started this blog, 4 years of regular contribution here. What happened during that time ?


184 blog post, traffic doubled each year, to reach 35 000 views in total, and I make no money out of it (on purpose).


While still being attracted by techno stuff such as security, governance and influence with W3C and other SDOs stories, conference report and painting/writing/art poems, I created a new type of blog post. Few things that I learned from my experience of a techno-working-woman. This explains why you may read from me posts related to woman at work (kill your culture, be a man, promote your successgo networking), but also some non-gender thoughts (the very story of a no, thank to my witches). My content is still under creative common, with no guidance from my employer (thanks for such a freedom).

So what ?

Each blog post is an opportunity to discuss with myself and with others. Incredible how much you learn by discussing with yourself, you should try it. So discussing, sharing, re-discussing, and doing it again, with friends, colleagues, strangers and curious. Well. Amazing experience. So what ? So thanks to all my readers, all the people who shared with me their complementary, opposite but valuable views. I’ll keep on writing, loving that too much…

Note : picture from where I noticed that 4 is the perfect number…

About MacBeth, witches and your destiny


MacBeth and Verdi. Last week, I went to the Marseille opera, and enjoyed 3 hours of lyrics and songs. The program was Macbeth by Verdi. Sat on a nice theatre, upper circle, I spent 3 hours listening to Mister MacBeth and Lady MacBeth, singing and dying (sorry for the spoiler, but I promise those are not the only ones to die in that Shakespeare piece). The MacBeth drama relies on prophecies offered by some witches to MacBeth, while having a walk with a friend. Those prophecies, are about Macbeth becoming a king and getting powerful, and dying one day (that last one was easy, we all do one day). MacBeth hears that, gets crazy about it and completely embeds those revelations to forge his destiny. He will kill friends and relatives for that (oups, sorry again), that in the end, the prophecies becomes true. This is an excessive story, yes, but this is an interesting one.

Thinking more about prophecies. I realized that I met some witches (not real ones, okay ? magic witches and psychic do not exist, kids). I met some good and bad ones. The ones that look at you and whisper some divination, formulating some nice destiny for you. Why don’t you do this ? Would not it be great if you were blablabla ? Yes, I met some witches – but I’ll keep their names and prophecies secret – they know who they are. The words they spoke were not about giving advice, but about imagining my future. This could be in the form of a game, a joke, a provocative thought.

So what ? Listening to MacBeth lyric voice, and witches chorus, I acknowledged how important it was for me, to be projected into positive (and negative) scenarios. This is not because I have no idea of what to do with my life, I have lots of ideas. This is because by being suggested a possible path, a position, by someone neutral (well, kind of), this forced me to think about that. For some of the fate, I answered “Yes ! That would be sooo great”, and thus I put some energy into making them real. It created huge desire to realize it, and it happened.

So here is a game. Next time you meet a new person, staring at you after few exchanges, and formulating some strange ideas about you and your destiny. Listen. That proposal might be a alchemy between her own dreams and what you inspired to her at a glance – but innovation is made on mixing strange ingredients, and pushing boundaries, right ? Take this as a game and think about those predictions. And you can decide to try to make them true or not.

Note 1 : Witches are not Roger, dont mix it…

Note 2 : you can meet great witches in networking event.

Note 3 : thanks to my kind witches, with love …


#E1S4 : some entrepreneurs fail and recover …


One day in Toulon. This week, I went to a conference #E1S4, located in Toulon. For the non-french or non-south readers, Toulon is a nice town, known for its commercial and military harbor activity, with 650 000 people living there in average. This town is also very dynamic with respect to its entrepreneurship eco-system. It has 5 tech schools, one regional accelerator, having European ambition, and above all, a serious entrepreneur networking habits. In that town, you find : fresh fish, smart engineers and young entrepreneurs.

What is E1 ? E1 is a regular conference, dedicated to the locals. The principle is to bring some best in class speakers (local or from all around France) on a specific entrepreneurship concern, and let them share during 30 minutes, in front of 100 people their life lesson, good practices… That year, the program was focusing on failure. I see you. Oh my god ! A fail conference ? Again. Nooo ! Yes. But this is E1. This is the best place to treat that borderline topic.

What that fail conference was not about. Don’t worry I’ll write in the next paragraph what actually was the conference about… That conference was not about glorifying the fail, neither about maintaining the myth that the more you fail, the more you get money. It was not about demonstrating – yet another time – that life is a jungle and we need to survive it. It was not a minuted show, with success story, including a list of consensual pitfalls.

That conference was all about humans. The speech was designed by humans, for humans, and the value resided in the authentic stories and transparent messages. I witnessed talks from very different types of entrepreneurs. Some multi-recidivist entrepreneurs, some free lance style people, some tech lovers guys, some startup coaching expert, some entrepreneur beginners. I enjoyed Benoit Laurent @BenoitLaurent, Thomas Parisot @oncletom, Valérie Gerard @missv4l, Antoine Ferrier @Anto1neF, Mathieu Bellon @m_ripr, Maxime Tiberghien @MaximeTiberghie. Here is what those guys and girl shared.

Human failing their own ways.  Each of the speaker shared a very special way they felt they missed their target. Some of the big mistakes they confessed were :

  • hiding themselves from their secret fears : avoiding doubting on their initial choice.  “I started with those guys, I trust them” combined with “if this project does not work, I will be out of work, and I will die, so let’s believe in it”. The dream to be entrepreneur makes them forgetting to challenge their choice of partner, strategy, …
  • lacking to view the adventure via the money spectrum : this means monitoring closely the time and the energy spent on the project, avoiding wasting money.
  • putting too much pressure on themselves : repeating ‘I must be successful, that is why I started my project’. This  high expectation leads to high drop.
  • believing that playing the role of the entrepreneur is enough to be an entrepreneur : having a twitter account, claiming to be ‘founder’ is not even the beginning of making the job.

Human recovering their own ways. Again, here each individual shared its own style to get on track  :

  • Solidarity. When several workers suffer the same story, they can fight together, ruling on kindness and solidarity for surviving the everyday battle (aka, going at work without being paid, or going in front of the
  • Rebound. Think about what will happen next. In a minute, in one week, in one month and in one year. Try to get out of the depressive hole, where your dreams are lying.
  • Don’t take risk. By experiencing some small failure, the strategy could be to never ever take any risk anymore, cause you don’t laways have to.
  • Accepting that failing looks like a to be in mourning (maybe not with real dead, but with real loss of something), and thus taking time to recover. 

In addition, I heard some interesting concepts that are hard, really hard to implement. That requires us to work against on our natural way of doing things, or to go against the mainstream image about entrepreneurship – a slashgen super cool quadra, born to success or get up after each punch, with a loving family around him.

  • one should not be so proud about being able to stand terrible things at work, in life…
  • one should try to remove optimist filter when a pattern where everything is complex happens (human exchange, technical conversation, market development, …),
  • from the start, one could test the capability of their partners to think about the fail, by having contracts reviewed by lawyers (yeah, this is a sign of maturity but one might have money for that),
  • as someone works, someone should get paid (ignoring the cost of the work, is denying the worker).

Some additional conferences were related to other problems entrepreneur may encounter such as burn out, remote and distributed work, but I had to run away.

My take on that event. Treating such a topic, in a human size environment is the best formula ever. I have seen entrepreneurs exchanging, learning, with no fear of being judged. And I am confident, that each of us left, with good tips for our next challenges. Thanks again to the E1 organizers, the event was smart and fruitful.

Note : Picture by Bahman Farzer

Note : French readers will enjoy the videos from the conference here…




The very story of a ‘No’…


I recently heard some friends, uncomfortable, blaming themselves for having accepted a task they did not want to do. It was not the first time, they knew they would regret it, but they said yes and – guess what – felt upset about it. The question that came to me, straight, was : what would be the path for a light and illuminated ‘no’  ? A ‘no’ you would be comfortable with and would wear with a smile. Here is my fist take.

What are the conscious reasons why you would say no, in working situation, when you have the choice.

First. You don’t like the task – or you don’t like the person you would have to work with.

Second. You like the proposal, but you have other things to do, more urgent.

Third. You are neutral but don’t get any benefit for doing it.

Whatever. First, second, third. You should not be ashamed for any of those reasons. Cause you have the right to follow your own agenda. Working on things and with people you like, having a personal objective, or wanting to get a benefit from your work. Money, reward, fame, repeat after me, you have the right to expect something from the time you are spending working. So if you have the choice, saying no in one of those scenario, is highly recommended.

Fourth case, where you would say no. Your first intuition yells ‘SAAAAY NOOOOOOO‘ – and you don’t know exactly why. Do you have to decide ‘no’ ? I’d say yes. I mean yes, you should decide that you won’t do that. Because you have to trust your intuition – unless you are in a bear mood and you perfectly know your judgement is altered, in which case, you should defer your decision. But in normal situation, your brain is able to analyze a situation in a heartbeat and give a diagnostic : shitty situation, beware danger, really don’t feel it, never ending story coming, unreachable goal…You usually feel it. Unless the request is coming from an unknown person, on an unknown topic for an unknown deliverable. In that case you should decide either that you are not the right person to do that stuff (which means say no), or you should request additional information, delay your answer, in order to have all those clear and known.

Now that you understand the reason(s) why you want to say no, between you, yourself and your brain, the next question is.

Do you have to tell the people that your final decision is no ?

I guess it depends. I am the kind of person saying no and explaining why. A one sentence answer, with enough details to make sure I am understood (and not hated), and keeping for myself the backstage stuff, the various pro and cons. But I recently had a cool conversation with a friend of mine (@valvert) and he suggested that sometimes, when you are in a specific dynamic, with limited resources and managing important challenges (yes, that guy is organizing e-commerce events and need to deploy a-lot-of-energy), in that special case, stopping a second to tell ‘no’ to someone has some disadvantages : you loose your time and energy, breaking your positive dynamic, and eventually, you loose a chance to have that person subscribing to your own project and vision. That is a story I can understand.

There may have other strategies and I am curious to know yours ! In the end, each of us has to find its own method, depending on its energy, communication skills, ability in conflict management and mood.

Why is it important to understand the very story of a “no” ? Because understanding your decision (I am not going to do that because that guy puts on knees anyone working with him) and identifying what will be your explicit answer (dropping an email saying that you are too busy to spend energy on that project) makes you stronger. Then, you are confident that your decision was not a caprice. You made an explicit choice that will be easier to defend, if required. In addition, if any of the decision making parameters change, you will be able to change your mind with no friction. All benefits for you !

An aside question came to me when I wrote that post : how do we learn in our society to say no ? As a french girl, going at school, I don’t remember when I was taught how to say no. I had some kind parents, taking time to explain me the life, the good, the bad, (well, their version of it, that I later amended). As an adult, I still have the feeling that saying no is an offense. Thus. The real open question to me stands in when are we able to construct our “no” skills. A next post may deal with that…

Note : picture from

Speakeuse à #shake16 : une expérience !

TL;DR – cette semaine, j’ai passé deux jours à Aix en Provence à l’occasion de #shake16, et c’était cool.


La conférence Shake c’est un rendez-vous pour les professionnels du e-commerce. La formule est excellente : un mixte de conférences plénières avec les grands du business sur le web (la Poste, Price Minister, Facebook, nan, mais il y en a trop, regardez la liste); des ateliers pointus avec les pro; des stands pour les éditeurs, asso et gens créatifs; des  podium de startups; et des rendez-vous d’affaire (pas moins de 500, de quoi signer des deals ou nouer de belles relations).

Le thème du e-commerce est évidemment passionnant et propice à se décliner sous différents angles : la transformation numérique, la transformation du travail, le rôle de la technologie dans nos vies, les problèmes de logistique, de magasin physique, virtuel, de cross-canal et omni-client (ou l’inverse). Cette année l’accent était mis sur le Pourquoi (pourquoi est-on entrepreneur, e-commercant …) et la relation client, qui se doit au XXIème siècle, d’être bienveillante, bichonnée, respectueuse, pertinente. Bref, #shake16 était une belle promesse pour les visiteurs et les visiteuses.

Et cette année, j’étais speakeuse. Ouaip, la classe (merci à Hervé Bourdon et Jacques Froissant de m’avoir fait confiance). Mais être speakeuse à Shake cette annnée, c’était pas *que* la classe. C’était aussi une expérience toute particulière. Pourquoi ? Parceque l’esprit de Shake (entre autres choses) et de donner et partager, de rouler sur l’énergie de la communauté. Et la team de Shake a fait le choix de traiter les personnes présentes sur les stands (help sémantique, des standistes ?) et les speakers comme des *utilisateurs* de l’événément. Nous étions donc des accompagnés, avec bienveillance. Et ça a fonctionné du tonnerre.

Pourquoi c’était si spécial ? Parceque les speakers et les standistes, en plus des petit fours et de la salle de repos, avaient accès à un boostcamp d’une demi-journée, organisée par Marie Aurélie, avec l’aide de gentils accompagnateurs avec un programme très enrichissant. Voyez-donc.

Dans un premier temps, assemblés par groupe de 6, nous avons eu la chance de nous détendre avec un escape game taillé sur mesure (le code pour sortir, c’etait 176, sachez-le).

Ensuite nous avons passé du temps avec des professionnels de la relation, de l’entreprise et du corps. L’équipe 5, la mienne, encadrée par la fantastique Delphine Foviaux, a suivi le programme suivant  :

  • un atelier sur le marketing emotionnel avec Patrice Laubignat. Absolument éclairant pour revisiter sa relation à l’autre, le regard que l’on porte sur soi et sur ses interlocuteurs, pour enterrer les peurs qui freinent les échanges libres et fructueux.
  •  une dose d’entreprise libéré avec Nicolas Trossat. Ici, on apprenait les clés pour penser autrement le travail, avec des notions de  responsabilité collective, de transparence et de confiance. Un shoot d’utopie qui permettait de repenser sa relation au travail.
  • et pour finir, avec Daria Kucevalova, nous avons chanté (mal, mais on s’en foutait, c’était harmonieux). On a joué de la voix et du corps. Il s’agissait donc d’un exercice, ancré dans le présent et le sol, et qui permettait indéniablement de libérer quelques tensions.

A la fin de la journée de préparation, nous étions détendus, un peu soudés, un peu amis, et prêts à donner le meilleur de nous même sur les stands et la scène. Voilà, ça n’était pas que de l’amusement. Shake nous a donné les moyens d’être plus à l’aise et meilleur, de tirer profit de notre présence et de participer à l’énergie (déjà impressionnante) de cet événement. C’était sympa et généreux, suffisament rare pour le soulignere, et le faire savoir au reste du monde.

D’année en année, Shake grandit, et on a grande hâte d’assister à la prochaine édition #shake17.

Note : d’autres que moi disent que shake16 était fantastique, visitez donc

  • le blog du coach Will Roy là,
  • ou celui de biz200 pour un rapport business ici ,
  • ou encore chez Patrice Laubignat pour une vue émotionnelle là ,
  • chez Annie Lichtner et My Digital Week pour un point de vu pro du e-commerce
  • ou enfin sur le blog de Shake ou Marie Aurélie partage sa vision du boostcamp
  • du côté de chez Henri Kaufman pour grappiller les bonnes idées en deux épisodes : un, deux
  • la vision de Pierre, qui était aussi dans l’équipe 5, de chez Web et Solution, sponsor de l’événement ici
  • et l’angle de Mélanie Pin, de Primasee, en charge de la mise en scène et des vidéo
  • Marie Aurélie, encore, mais cette fois avec sa casquette de psy, qui explore la question du pourquoi ici
  • le tour photo et impression rapide de Seb
  • et pour vous donner envie d’y aller l’année prochaine, la vidéo sumup de primasee
  • ou encore la story de #shake par ses deux fondateurs