One of my morning reads recently was a blog post from Dale Partridge about his 5 Steps To An INSANELY Productive Morning.
Dale, I love your book (People Over Profit) and your blog (thedailypositive.com). Your angle on life and business is right on. But while your post had some good ideas, I frankly wanted to crawl back into bed in the fetal position just thinking about implementing your regimented steps!
I began crafting this post for those of us who aren’t cut from the same cloth as you. We, too, desire to wake up and face the day with a plan that will start and end with productivity — and yet not lose track of that balance we work so hard to keep. Continue reading
Last week, I attended the League of Historic American Theatres (LHAT) annual conference in Nashville. Several hundred of us meet annually with an aggressive agenda: tour historic theatres in the cities we meet in; connect with other people who, like us, love the often crumbling theatres we work in; equip ourselves with new ideas and knowledge; and connect with industry providers who offer Continue reading
People often ask me about why my business has succeeded where others have failed. We’re a privately-funded 2003 startup and still hold 90% of the company in an industry where market share is bought (and ownership diluted) with venture and angel cap. Here we are, 12 years later, still playing and winning against the largest entertainment company in the world.
I usually answer something like, “We’re still here because we didn’t quit.” Sound too good to be true? It’s not. Continue reading
As a female business leader and entrepreneur, intimately interested in furthering opportunities for women to succeed and be paid equally with our male counterparts, it’s a no-brainer that I will comment and weigh in on Hillary’s presidential campaign.
First, in full disclosure, I’m a registered Democrat. So of course I’m happy to have my own party putting what will (likely) be the first woman at the head of the presidential ticket. Continue reading
Most people that know me know that I’m the proud mother of three beautiful, bright young women.
When my girls were younger, I encouraged them to follow their dreams and build the future that they wanted. As a working mom, I could only hope that I led by example—that they would see they could enter the workforce as a woman and not come up against discrimination.
If only that were true. Continue reading
I grew up in the 70’s—a time I think was a pretty fantastic to be a kid. My generation didn’t go off to war, survived inflation but not a depression, had a strong and normal middle class, and feared nothing at school except a bad grade.
However, I never realized—until I was about twelve and in sixth grade —that women and girls didn’t have the same opportunities as men and boys. I dreamed of being a doctor, a lawyer, or a TV news reporter, without knowledge or thought of the glass ceiling.
But then Little League happened. While I didn’t play baseball (basketball and track, yes), I had a good friend who did. Penny wanted to play baseball, and since there were no girls teams to play on at the time, she wanted to join the boys team.
Penny’s quest to play Little League with the boys became a big story in my small world. She was fiery, insistent and knew she could outplay many of the boys on the team. But when she showed up to join, she was turned away. For lack of . . . Continue reading
I received an email recently from the International Arts Magazine promoting their special “Women in the Arts” issue.
Editor Maria Roberts sent out a call for “outstanding and interesting women: not just artists and performance, but anyone working in the sector across admin roles, backstage, front-of-house, directors…”, pointing out that she regularly attends seminars and is shocked to be one of only a few women present. Continue reading
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-induced 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’ Continue reading
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
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