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From up here…

23 Oct

I’m writing from 30,000 feet in the air. Not perspective, but literally. I’m experiencing the miracle of flight today and hoping for a miracle in my mind. I’m trying to write myself out of a self-inducloudsced funk.

It’s one of those days where though all really is well – and even beyond well – exciting – my mind is stuck on small losses or frustrations that are like that tiny little raincloud following Winnie the Pooh around all day – while everyone else gets sunshine.

Business is very much like baseball – or any sport for that matter. Hit a home run in the first inning, but have a few strikeouts or a dropped ball in the 3rd and the ecstatic feeling of the home run evaporates into thin air. Success feels short-lived, like so many of life’s little pleasures. The perfect cup of coffee is too quickly lukewarm. A great episode of television is over leaving you wanting another. It’s the curse of ‘never enough’ and it permeates those of us who insist on success and hate losing.

I’m on the same flight I was on 4 years ago coming to Newport News, VA to do the customary formal demo following making the short list. I usually love these trips – meeting new people, talking ticketing, and flying quickly in and out without losing a beat. This trip, however, was different. The flight was rocky at best, and we had turbulence in the small commuter jet that made me wonder if maybe, just maybe this was that flight. Coming in for the landing, pitching from side to side, and then shooting back up into the darkness while the pilot announced, “Well, folks that didn’t really go as planned.”

A rough demo with a poor internet connection (from what I remember) and a tight flight connection left me wondering why I do this over and over again.

And then – the award of contract. Suddenly the turbulent flight and rough trip seem insignificant and we have the privilege of working with smart, capable people in the top Escalon of clients.

Then there’s today. Sigh. Same kind of trip – long flights, connections, poor sleep, an early wake-up call. This is the stuff entrepreneurs live for. A record month in September. Road warriors #takingcareofbusiness. A team that works harder than any I know. But I call the office and one of the reps hears it in my voice. “You sound tired, “she says. “Um, well – I’m just feeling a couple of things that are weighing me down,” I say, and realize at the same time that she’s right.

Women business leaders feel it all. It’s our power and our weakness at the same time. We don’t compartmentalize (generally) and therefore, are more susceptible to allowing negative feelings to creep across lines. Victories fade like the perfect cup of coffee cooling too quickly. Damn, I think. A 30% growth rate isn’t enough? A growing team? New building? Five year planning in the works?

Am I Louis CK’s fussy flier? I’m experiencing the miracle of flight! I’m flying through the air! In a chair!

“But I had to pay for my sandwich!”

Good god. Today – I am the fussy flyer. Forgetting the miracle of flight – the pure joy of success – I fuss about paying for my stinking sandwich.

I’m landing shortly in Newport News – again, 4 years later – to meet with what is now our client. This time, no matter what the weather (I think it’s sun in the forecast) – I’m going to enjoy every minute of this miracle of flight. I’m happy to be here. And I will happily pay for my sandwich.

Christmas in San Miguel De Allende

27 Dec

IMG_0145.JPG (3)For a number of years, I’ve been waning on the Christmas spirit and even deemed by some to be a Scrooge. But truthfully – I love the spiritual aspect of Advent and Christmas.  I love being with family. I love the good food, the hot spicy punches, and candlelight. What I don’t like? I guess growing up in the Charlie Brown Christmas era, it’s the tinsel town and frenzy that has wildly escalated since then that I choose to pass on whenever I can.

This year – I finally got to truly experience something I’ve dreamed about – Christmas in Mexico. Or any other country for that matter, to see what other cultures have done with much the same story.  (And for those who think I’m a Scrooge – I’ve got Christmas music playing on Pandora and it will continue through Three King’s day on the 6th of January.)  Continue reading

On life and work and restlessness

20 Dec

IMG_0125.JPG (3)I’m on a 28-day exploration of a different way to work. My husband and I have dreamt about this since reading the daily schedule of theologian, writer, and professor, CS Lewis. Running the daily operations of a growing technology company, along with heavy travel demands makes it seem impossible for much of the year. But for #28daysinMexico we are giving it a shot.

Here’s the skinny. It works.

We’re working less hours per day. Relaxing more. Sleeping a full 8 hours. And finding clear minds, higher productivity, and creativity are the result.

Something unexpected that is unique to me in our little group of three (our oldest daughter is along) is a feeling of restlessness I’ve had on a least a couple of days. As best as I can figure – it’s a lack of a certain kind of stimulation that may be addictive for my brain, but not good for my soul. What’s missing here? We have the dogs. Internet. Music. Restaurants. There’s plenty of people around – we’re not sitting in isolation. Continue reading

Brad and Lynne’s Excellent Mexico City Adventure

18 Dec

Note: This is not the typical content for my thoughts on life and work. But – we did have an excellent adventure, and by popular request, here’s the story.

IMG_0731We started the #28daysinMexico project with a weekend in Mexico City – a trip I had looked forward to for several years, since reading several books about Mexican history, growing to love Frida Khalo and Diego Rivera’s story and art and wanting to explore the tastes and foods of this world-renowned city. Of course, we fended off the usual questions of crime in Mexico and were we not afraid – traveling to many major U.S. cities has taught us how to be careful and travel smart. We found out one mistake can get you.

The amazing D.F. did not disappoint! Upon arrival, we were picked up in luxury style and gawked out the car windows at the mind-boggling number of cars, people, and traffic that made New York look like easy to drive in.  Upon check-in our bags were whisked away, and we were escorted to our room where Laura showed us all the amenities including a selection of handmade soaps, free minibar, and room controls for lights, climate and drapes from the bedside.

After a quick rest, we headed to the bohemian neighborhood of Condesa for dinner. Following the first of many margaritas here and fresh, imaginative cuisine (I had hibiscus flower enchiladas), we headed out to see the neighborhood and taste some mezcal, the trendy, smoky tequila that hipsters everywhere are craving. Our limited Spanish vocabulary led a local to jump in and walk us about 8 blocks to the best spot – aptly named Clandestine – where 24 glass bottles hung on the wall for the tasting. (Erika, our escort, does advertising for Microsoft; so we talked while we walked about how excited she is to be with them at this time rolling out Windows 8, and phones and tablets that rival Apple and I don’t feel so far from home.) IMG_0722

Once inside the spot we never would have found, we sat at a tiny wooden table, and joined the crowd sipping and laughing, while we watched a stream of hipsters from both countries and beyond, head inside for the smoky potion.  Newsflash –Brad doesn’t like smoky tequila.

But we’re loving it here all already – and it’s not even Day One.

Saturday, after the included breakfast of fresh cut fruit topped with coconut, pastries, fresh ground coffee and then the choice of entrees (I opt for the plain yogurt and homemade granola served in a mason jar) we’re now headed to the only thing I really care about – the Frida Kahlo Museum, housed in Casa Azul, where she lived and painted. I’m breathless most of the way through – it’s like walking into your favorite book and being surrounded by the characters. You can feel her there.  The house and art are equally exciting and we both swoon over the photos of Leon Trotsky right where we were standing.

On one memorable moment, I enter Frida’s night bedroom where the wall placard tells me her ashes are kept on the nightstand. As I come in – it’s tiny – I meet a man’s glance who is clearly feeling Frida in the room. He shudders and smiles a little – and as I stepped nearer, we both extend our arms to show the goose bumps. No words needed.

Sigh. This is perfection. We head out on foot through Saturday markets, parks (this is one of the greenest cities I’ve ever visited!), busy plazas, walking along beautiful tree-lined streets. We’re in search of the San Angel Inn. We don’t find it this day (we’ll be back later) – and growing weary of looking and walking, finally grab a cab back to the hotel. Exhausted and hungry, we have happy hour at the hotel (cheese filled squash blossoms and more margaritas) and a nap before another flavorful dinner where Brad has fresh, grilled shrimp the size of lobsters. Day One was perfect.

I’m learning that Mexico – and Mexico City especially – won’t just let you be. There is so much to see and feel all with a sense of intensity that I can’t explain. It’s both energizing and exhausting in a wonderful way.

And so Day Two. I’m looking forward to heading to museums, getting some street food, including my favorite, elotes – corn on the cob, grilled and spread with mayonnaise, chili powder, and fresh lime. I’ve been waiting and it’s everything I remember. After walking through a street that closes to traffic on Sundays, fully lined with poinsettias, and yet another massive park, we spend an hour or so walking through Museo de Anthropologia. On the hunt for the jade mask worn by Mayan King Pakal we nearly give up – and finally we score it downstairs on our last hall. And it’s worth it.

There’s more to come and we’re already worn from walking several miles in the sun and thin air. But on we go for more – this time to the Centro district, where we will see Diego Rivera murals inside Palacio Nacionalthe government headquarters built by Cortés on the site of Montezuma’s palace. (Seeing these is second only to Frida’s house!) We exit the Federal building the only way you can – onto a street with no cars, just thousands of people and nearly as many vendors shouting out about their wares. It’s a site you can’t really be prepared for – I attempt to capture it on video with my phone as we head down in search of a cathedral we hear was built on a Mayan temple site.

We realize there is a strong police presence here and that we are nearly the only gringos – but we feel comfortable and are surrounded by families and children. Again, not finding what we’re looking for, we sit along a wall to check our notes for where the Mayan temple site is. We know we’re close.

Losing sight of our surroundings (my mistake) and focused too much on what we’re looking for, I’m engrossed with my phone in hand when I feel it suddenly grabbed from me without much of a bump and my thief jumps over the wall (down about 10 feet). My instincts kick in and I start shouting, “Hey! He stole my phone!” thinking the crowd will maybe think this is not okay. They don’t – and as he climbs back up the stairs opposite of me – a man tackles him, but the thief is younger and stronger, and squirms away and heads into a shop.

My back was to Brad and I watched thinking – well it’s gone – shoot! And then I see Brad, who out of nowhere made the decision to chase the thief, who was maybe 19 or 20 years old. I’m a little entertained watching my fifty-one year old husband scramble up the stairs and it looks as though he’s going to get him cornered in the store. About the time I think it’s not a very smart move, someone directs one of the many police officers to the scene and he enters to store.

Ah! All is well! Brad, the police officer and the thief are in the store. I may get the phone back! I relax and sit smiling at those near me. Literally right next to me is a mom feeding her baby in a carrier. Everyone is watching and no one seems terribly upset.

Time passes. This is taking a little longer than I thought. Should I go over there or leave well enough alone? I feel the stares of people wondering why is she just sitting there? Someone brings a police officer over and tells him what happens. I can’t for the life of me remember the word esposo to try to convey that I’m more concerned about my husband than a phone. Through sign language I’m encouraged to follow the officer who heads over there.

And then – I see that it’s a store with not so many walls. There’s no police, no thief and no Brad. A tiny bit of worry seeps in, but I feel good with the officer along so we head through the interior hallways, past shops while he radios for information. A few more officers join us, we chat, no one really understands anyone, and then they start running. So I join them – and now I’m running with the police in Mexico City. I was never really afraid and thought the whole thing was silly over a phone, so I’m having trouble taking any of it seriously. Shop owners are watching and chuckling as we go by.

In just a few minutes, I see Brad and we congregate with his officers and one now who speaks decent English. I find out that Brad and the officer chased the guy up several flights of stairs, onto a rooftop – where the guy enters a little house, comes back out and is tackled by the officer. No phone by now, so they let him go and at this point they just want to get us out of there.

We’re almost done but not quite yet. They tell us that we need to go to the headquarters and file a report – to teach this boy a lesson and to help them fight crime in the area. We realize at this point that our day is over and this is not going to be quick, so we try to politely decline and say, no, really – it’s okay. In the U.S., a phone gets stolen, and you say, oh shoot. Nothing like this. We’re now escorted out of the area and surrounded by the officers as they tell us, “We know it’s Mexico, but really, trust us, it will be okay.”

I’m not sure what they do with criminals here, but for us to fit in the back of the squad car, things are rearranged, thrown in the back, seats moved forward and we climb onto the hard, white plastic seat. A sizable crowd is watching. We’re deciding by now that we may as well make a full adventure of it. Through the insanely congested streets of Centro Mexico City, we sit and make a plan for anything weird that happens from here. Does either of us leave without the other? You stay, I go? Who do we call given a chance? Who gets Brad’s phone?  At no time did we really believe there would be trouble – but we wanted to be done and have this story to tell.


The end is not so exciting, but we knew we weren’t at home. We stand in a hallway in the police station – and they bring in the young thief who now has a pretty severe and gaping injury on his leg. He’s upset, his mama is there with him, calming and I try to ask, can you please get him some medical help? No one here speaks any English. They give up on us filing a report (cinco hordes) and we’re back in another squad car and delivered 45 minutes later – to the front door of our hotel, where we shake hands with the officer and squeak past the doorman who says, “Was there trouble?”
How do you end a night like that? Starving and still a bit hyped up, we walked to Brassi for big bowls of pasta, bread and a bottle of wine. Told the story over and over to ourselves for entertainment. And toasted ourselves for choosing wisely when we found each other…stuff you sometimes find out in the back seat of police car.


12 Dec

photo (5)I can’t remember exactly when the idea came to spend the month of December 2013 in Mexico. I do know it’s dreamy to even be able to consider it – and had something to do with all of the three daughters having other plans for the holidays. Somehow, partially with the “Skipping Christmas” thought at hand, an intense work and travel schedule, and the prospect of new ventures but no time to plan them – I breathed the thought. “Let’s go to Mexico – for a month! We can rest. Work. Plan. Dream.”

And when you marry right, thoughts turn to action seamlessly.  Continue reading

That is my intention.

29 Jul

photo (4)I’ve spent over a week in the hospital with my mom. From pre-op days, surgery, ICU and now recovery, I’ve had many moments of wonder, worry and even joy as I watch an amazing woman who has spent most of her years caring for others – her four children, many toddlers at day care, her mom during her later years, and my dad (who suffered a stroke 18 months ago) – now be faced with turning to her own care.

I’ve watched her face for over a week, looking for clues to what was going on inside her soul. Sometimes, it leaked out with great simplicity.

Mom, can I get you anything at all? Is there anything you want or need?

“I am content.” Continue reading

Just show up.

11 Jul

2009_03_27-DinnerPartyThe other night we had our what has become customary ‘community dinner’ – a group of couples from the neighborhood making room in our lives for friends – and in the middle of the always noisy crowd, I glanced down at the five men on the other end of the table, and time stopped for just a moment.

I felt a fondness for them I hadn’t felt before. Separately, they are quite different from one another, varying interests and lifestyles. But together, some sort of magic was happening  that I’m accustomed to when my 3 adult girls are all together or when I’m with my friends- but not so much with the guys.

Perhaps it was that there is an absence of a game to watch or something to be done to focus their energy on. For two years, these guys have come together with their wives to just do nothing but eat a meal and digest life.  Continue reading

Indulging in Rest(oration)

16 Jun

rest-areax-largeI am the first to admit I live a pretty dreamy life. I’ve been married to my best friend and soul mate for over 30 years. I have 3 amazing daughters who love me, allow me to be part of their lives, and continually amaze me with their strength and beauty. I love my work, travel frequently, have a lovely home, garden, a strong family, and incredible friendships.

That’s the pretty part.  Continue reading

Mind’s eye wide open…

17 Jan

third-eyeThere’s a kink in my back…I just realized this putting away a blanket and wondered where this came from. Sitting down more carefully in the chair in the sunny living room (my office today), the next thought was, “Ah. Yoga. When have I last been to class?” And there you go.

Might also be why I became aware that I was grinding my jaw earlier today and sat and looked at my scribbled list of action items and couldn’t seem to land on any of them.  Continue reading

December the Twenty-Fifth

2 Jan

december25December the twenty-fifth.

It’s the big day. We push to get so many things done, complain a bit about how busy we are, neglect the business of life, forget exercise, all for the big day. It comes. We indulge in gifts and food. And then comes December the twenty-sixth. It’s over. And some years it seems almost icky the day after. All that clutter and coziness. (((shudder))))

Feeling a bulgy waistline, the leftovers that should have brought more happiness were often left. The tree’s needles seemed less green. The clutter of celebration became annoying.  Continue reading


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