I 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
There’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.
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
I just recently turned 49. Which translates to something bigger: I’m in my 50th year of living. Even typing that feels a bit shocking, as I’m still somewhat sixteen years old on the inside.
The other day, on my yoga mat (where only good things happen) I saw my life in two distinct halves. (I’ve always held to some sort of belief that I will live to one hundred or slightly beyond). So the arithmetic says, I’m just starting the second half of my life. And then it hit me.
What if I could really get a second start at 50? What if it were just as if the slate were wiped clean, and along with it, stupid mistakes, big and small, were just – gone. Continue reading
You know it’s a good vacation when I have no idea of the date or the time as I sit to write this post. I’m in the incredibly enviable position of sitting on a beautiful, almost empty beach of a remote fishing village on the pacific coast of Mexico. I’ve digested the newest Dan Brown novel, a half dozen magazines and entirely too much tequila on night one.
Too many times, I’ve thought a little too much on my time off, or spent it discussing, analyzing and dreaming – only to return to my life either feeling discouraged or wishing I was in a different place.
Yesterday I did an annual review with an employee – I was a bit distracted by an upcoming doctor visit and we ended up talking more about life than anything. She’s a single mom, deals with the usual anxiety (as do many of us) and has been thinking about returning to school…but as we chatted, she said, You know, things are just kind of calm right now, and I’m not sure it’s the right time to add school to my life.
Now, while I truly believe in education, bettering oneself, and moving ahead in life (whatever that means) – I completely got what she was saying. Continue reading
I think I have my life in pretty good balance. I run my company, have time for my family and friends, exercise, garden a little, travel – and even blog with some regularity. It can all feel wonderfully balanced. Imagine that the week following Christmas, we even threw together a little wine and cheese party with some friends and it was completely lovely. “This life-balance thing really works!”
And then come the interruptions. Continue reading
Lately, I’ve been finding myself drawn towards meditation. For a person who loves to talk, narrates every story multiple times, and writes what words I have left in the day, this has been a surprising discovery.
I’ve found that just the word meditation carries a lot of varying ideas, and for some is more than a bit scary. Is it spiritual? Complicated? Does it require candles, incense, readings, and a theme? (No, no, no and no.)
With one of our Arizona clients, Kara Osburn, at the amazing Tempe Center for the Arts
Sometimes it’s good to look back and remember how things began. I often get asked the question, “How did you get started in ticketing?” And some days, I certainly ask myself the same.
There are times I feel almost like it’s not fair that we stumbled upon the business plan and opportunity. But isn’t that how it happens most of the time? Very seldom are we hit with an idea in the shower, out of the blue, that becomes a real entity. Rather, it’s seeing the opportunities that are there because of what you’re already doing. Continue reading
Last week I made a quick phone call to my dad from work – something about his computer – and mom answered. “Hi, Mom…” was about all I got out before she said, “Are you tired? You sound tired…”
Truth is, it was 3 o’clock in the afternoon and I was fighting that slothy feeling that comes right about then. So, she was right. And on a deeper level, I’m adjusting to the empty nest and a business that is settling nicely into it’s 9th year. I’m taking some time to reflect and redirect, and while that’s truly a great process and the right one for now, I’m feeling a little restless. I have a feeling she could hear that in my voice.
But here’s the thing. I’m 48. She’s 76. In 99% of my day, I’m the one noticing things like someone is tired. How’s your day? Did you eat breakfast? And – you look tired. It can be a daughter on the phone, my husband, or someone at the office. I do it all day long, like breathing, don’t even think about it. I’m a mom, wife, and boss. Continue reading