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
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
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
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.
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.)
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