<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>First Client Call on Own The Leap</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/tags/first-client-call/</link><description>Recent content in First Client Call on Own The Leap</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://owntheleap.com/tags/first-client-call/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Part That Traveled</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/posts/the-part-that-traveled/</link><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://owntheleap.com/posts/the-part-that-traveled/</guid><description>&lt;p>The call was eighteen minutes. I know because I checked the time after we hung up, in the same automatic way I have checked the time after calls for twenty-four years, and found myself waiting to know if that was good or bad.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>It does not mean anything. I know that. Eighteen minutes, twenty-five minutes, forty: I built those interpretations inside an institutional frame with shared expectations about what a call like this is for. I no longer have that frame. What I have is that the call happened, it was eighteen minutes, and now I am sitting at my desk at 11:47am on a Tuesday trying to figure out what I learned.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>