I don’t know if you’re like me at all in this, but any time we have designated time set aside for a family trip, I allow my expectations to get the better of me.
For example, before we ever leave, I set in my mind a certain agenda that needs to be followed. Not a traditional agenda, mind you, where certain appointments need to be kept, but an emotional agenda that looks something like this:
Read MoreThis time of year clearly provides us with a natural end accompanied by a natural beginning; something about midnight on December 31st seems to mark a new season filled with new expectations, new hopes, new dreams.
And often, we make New Year’s Resolutions a part of that transition.
They are often borne out of a measure of regret (perhaps spurred on by too many holiday cookies?)—things like losing weight, spending more time with family and friends, getting regular exercise, quitting a bad habit, getting out of debt, etc.
The thing about New Year’s Resolutions is, I never do them.
Read MoreThe Christmas season can be a bit polarizing, can’t it?
For some, Christmas marks a time of joy, where we celebrate the blessings of family and friends, offering gifts and treats, time and hugs; it is a time where we experience warmth, joy and child-like delight.
For others, Christmas serves as a brutal reminder of loss, where the “joys” of the season only serve to magnify the pain and suffering on the inside.
Read MoreI can’t exactly pinpoint it. I’d like to blame it on the recent events in San Bernardino, but I don’t think that’s it. It would be easy to blame it on my busy work schedule, and the disproportionately high number of major decisions I’m balancing at the moment, but I don’t think that’s the lion’s share of it either.
It’s not that our house doesn’t look Christmas-y; we put up the tree and the Christmas lights the day after Thanksgiving, bought most of our presents before December 1st, and have them wrapped and displayed under the tree already.
Read MoreIf you’re mornings are anything like mine, they look something like this:
Alarm goes off; hit snooze; feel guilty for hitting snooze; peel yourself out of bed; make coffee in a quiet house; savor first sip of coffee in a quiet house; smell of coffee wakes children up; kiss them good morning; stare blankly into space until caffeine takes effect; caffeine kicks in just in time to feebly attempt to keep brothers’ hands and feet off each other in the living room; attempts fail; brothers fight over blanket; brothers fight over couch space; brothers fight over who can breathe who’s air; use “getting the paper” as an excuse to escape the noise
Read MoreToday has been a surreal day to say the least…
What started off as a sleepless night thanks to my son’s incessant vomiting quickly morphed into stomach pain of a different sort on my end—that kind that leaves you in distanced denial at first, and then hovers loudly overhead in the form of police helicopters and SWAT vehicles a block from where I was earlier this evening
Read MoreOK, so I’m very aware that this is the trending topic of the week, or even the month, so I write with an element of risk that this might be overlooked as just one more piece on Thanksgiving, one more list of things to be grateful for, or one more reminder of just how good we all have it.
And if I’m crafty enough, I’ll accomplish all three today. :)
Read MoreThe other day I came this close to giving up technology altogether…
There are two reasons I was about to call it quits:
The first is the addictive quality of being needed.
Read MoreI had the opportunity to speak to a group of young professionals last night. It was a great time sharing my personal story and that of my business with an absolutely great audience. What struck me as I was sharing was fairly profound:
A life lived courageously is really the only life worth truly living.
Read MoreIf your life is anything like mine, you’re intimately familiar with the hectic day-to-day of running from one meeting to the next, frantically checking emails in between appointments, peeling yourself away from work in order to scarf down an early dinner before running the kids to soccer practice, only to finally allow pause sometime after 9pm where you’re too tired for much of anything before you finally collapse in bed only to start again the next day.
Your specific details may differ from mine, but busy is something I think we can all relate to.
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