Time-Change and the Power of Perspective

trees Why is the Spring Forward time-change so hard? It was like waking the dead this morning. And it’s only an hour difference. I think perspective could go a long way to help my sleepy-heads (and me!) Really. Because truth be told, if we lost an hour and due to a nice trip to the mountains – we wouldn’t feel it much. It would be the best lost-hour ever – a vehicle sending us to slush down the snowy slopes instead of a tool of torture dragging us in a catatonic state to the car; gleeful giggling instead of moaning, struggling, complaining: “The sun isn’t even up!!” (The sun had risen – but clearly not when they woke up.) Enter Stage Left: Sunshine Mom “Quit complaining. Look a the bright side! And rather than let the lost hour put you in a sleep-deprived funk, force your thoughts to see the good. [sidenote: I’m not quite sure

Lessons on Leadership from the Fruit Bowl

Brand You They say that love makes the world go ‘round. I think a kind word does too. A kind word plays by the same rules as love –it considers someone else’s interests as much, if not more, than our own. These days we sure could use come kind words in our world of agenda-promotion. On a daily/hourly basis we are bombarded by the exact opposite from the top down. The political debates have been a free for all of me, me, me – listen to me. I’m right. You’re wrong –without even slowing down to listen or say something kind. Saying something kind might appear as if there’s a chink in the armor or could allude to someone else being right. And we can’t have that happen in the this world of spin where people can take any topic and find some way to make themselves look good and the other guy look bad. Spin – who came up with that

Regular in a High Octane World

high-octaine “How was the basketball game?” I ask Jack – whose name probably needs to be aliased since he is getting old enough to be aware. “Not good,” he answered. “What?” I was surprised. He has so much fun running around, shooting for the hoop and hanging out with his friends. “You love basketball.” “Yeah,” he said thoughtfully. “I just didn’t get to sit on the bench enough.” Oh my word. Apparently, he enjoys the experience a lot more than the competition. He’s never had much interest in intense (if you can call 3rd grade anything intense.) This kid – he basically enjoys life. Things that distract from life-enjoyment can be frustrating to him. He likes to ponder and experience people/places/things. Slow and steady set his pace. The striving part of life is a give or take for him. Don’t get me wrong; he enjoys

Something to Talk About

A Great Big World - Say Something Album artwork A Great Big World – Say Something Album artwork Walking by a hearse with a teenage daughter isn’t on my Top Ten list of things I’d like to do. Sitting next to a teenage daughter at the end of a row of her grieving friends, struggling with disbelief, in a sanctuary anchored by a simple casket – not on that list either. Especially when that casket holds the lifeless body of their friend. That was yesterday [really, Tuesday]. So please bear with me as I briefly grapple. Because I’m sad. Sad for those kids. Sad for my daughter. Deeply, so deeply, grieved for the family. So very sad for her. And I’m mad. I’ve started and stopped this post over a dozen times. But I wanted to write because I feel like something needs to be said; but words are really hard to find. Within the span of one-week two teenage kids in our neck of

Eyes on 2016

Christmas Card 2015 My road – the one paved with good intentions – never ceases to be plagued by detours. And detours can be distracting. Distracting and deflating. Mostly due to focus issues that can arise while on life’s little detours. Because detours can tempt our focus to settle on all that hasn’t gotten done, rather than seeing all good comes with side-roads. Over the last couple of weeks, several of the things I had great intentions to get done didn’t. I had great intentions to finish posting on hydrating for the holidays. I wanted to share about the joys/freedom of: Pop-up-invites. I lived out the beauty of relative-spontaneity when I invited a group of gals with whom I regularly meet to pop by for “coffee & tiny bites” (I wanted to be sure to set the menu bar low). But I had no idea of how low it would

#hydratefortheholidays Water Station 1: Others

hyrdate water station - others Well – the holiday marathon has certainly begun. And I hope that our little hydration effort has been a help. If nothing else, thanks for humoring me. It has helped me on many fronts – even yesterday when a whole line of cars started honking as a stoplight turned from red to green. Rather than be frustrated, I was reminded to go beyond that unnecessary-rudeness (no one in the long line could move due to the lined cars on the other side of the light) to consider the people behind the steering wheels of those honking cars. And I hoped that whatever was making their day crummy enough to indignantly blast their horns would get better. Traffic stress got dialed down. But along with pre-race hydration, marathoners also have water stations along the way. So, welcome to #hydratefortheholidays water stations: practical, hands on

Internet Silver Linings

i-net of things I’m weary of so much that comes with the Internet of Things these days. A couple of the things that make me the most tired are: The underlying (explicit) push toward personal branding and image manipulation/control. I guess I’m still mulling over that topic from this week’s #hydrationfortheholiday thoughts on getting over Christmas card image-pressures to seeing the pic behind the pic – as in all the regular. My stomach turns when I see things like: “2016 – This is it—the year you get into peak fitness, grow your income, and deepen your most significant relationships” – buttressed by “5 Secrets to Finally Getting the Life You Want” all written and promoted by a faith-based leader who also promotes tricks and tips on doubling your Twitter followers. How does

#hydratefortheholidays: pic behind the pic

Post-Box When recently asked about intro-info beyond regular bio stuff by a group wanting to be consistent with my “image”, I couldn’t help but reply with a slice of real: I have no management over an “image” :) Except that I manage to constantly embarrass my kids. One asked me yesterday after sinking low in her shotgun seat, “Mawwmmm!!! Do you act like this when we’re not in the car?!!” And by this, she might have been referring to my singing (which honestly was very close to Adele’s) and my accompanying hand motions. I’m in the car a lot. What can I be but myself.  I sing in the shower – loud. So why not the car, too? It’s only awkward when the person stopped beside sees. Or when my windows might be down. And then there’s “that moment” when the daughter

#hydratefortheholidays: It’s the thought that counts – even on Black Friday

sherlock “Guess what today is??!” Jack excitedly asked as he came downstairs for breakfast. “The day after Thanksgiving?” I ask back. “Mahhmm!” he exhales. “How can you not know? It’s like a HUGE deal.” “I don’t know,” I shrug. “What day is it?” “It’s Black Friday!” “Ohhh…” Did he seriously just say Black Friday – like it’s a holiday? Does he think it signifies something important? worth celebrating and commemorating? “Yes – it’s finally here. Black Friday.” He smiled and started to gather what he wanted to eat for breakfast. I guess he was preparing for the big day (as if we’ve ever said a word about it.) Then he paused and thought for a moment, “What is Black Friday?” He’s so funny. I guess he’s heard so much about all the hype and the deals on the radio and t.v., he thought

#hydratefortheholidays: Tip #6 – Look Up

hydratefortheholidays - look up Having Thanksgiving at the end of November really does put a kink into things. On the one hand, aren’t we supposed to be planning December since IT STARTS NEXT WEEK? But on the other, what about the Turkey? and lazy, and food, and football, and raking/jumping into leaves, and food, and family/friends, and food and hanging out? But December IS HERE and I don’t want to get behind, or be rushed, or forget something (eek!) The walls start to feel like they’re closing in (am I the only one?!) and even I begin to make lists. And in the making of lists I start to think about all the things that NEED TO BE ON A LIST. Then I see the list and think how ridiculous it is – because I’m laid back and have never been friends with lists. In fact, I’m a terrible list maker. I write the stuff down, usually on a scrap of paper that resembles a Chic-Fil-A receipt
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