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
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
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
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.
I spent some hours last week filling in for several traveling Client Services employees and for the most part, enjoyed talking to clients, assisting with their needs, and getting the job done. And then there was *Frank.
Frank was a ticket buyer – and called because he hadn’t received his tickets in the mail. Our agent explained that in this case, there was an order for the ticket stock that was seriously delayed due to the east coast storms and flooding, and that his tickets would be mailed the following week.
For most buyers, this was reasonable. But Frank – for whatever things are going on in his life – decided to escalate the call to a supervisor. It was, as he said, “ridiculous and unacceptable.” It was almost closing and the supervisor was in my office, so I told him I would take the call. It had been a number of years since I’d handled a customer complaint, and I thought it would be good for me to stay in touch with the daily dealings of my staff. Continue reading
I’m sitting here at my desk at home – it faces the front porch and though I live in the Arizona desert – I have views of trees and overgrown bougainvillea bushes with salmon-colored flowers. I have a coffee press with me, a dark red mug I love, and my dog is sitting at my feet.
This is a beautiful setting and I’m soaking up every minute I can. This week starts a 2-week rigorous travel schedule, a large project to oversee at work, and follows the week I packed up my youngest and took her to college.
These are the times that coffee at my desk, soaking in the view, and starting the day with a bath are near survival. More hugs, not less. Slow down, don’t hurry. Taking time to find the beauty in routine. Continue reading