What Are You Waiting For?

How do you visualize the next year or two?  Same old, same old?  Do you envision something spectacular or just humdrum day in and day out?  What’s keeping you from attaining another goal(s)?  What’s keeping you from laying the ground work for a brilliant tomorrow?  You!

I’m the one who’s holding me down.  I’m the one who’s making good, poor, non-decisions about what my life looks and will look like. What about you?  Are you waiting for your manager to retire so you can breathe?  Are you waiting for the kids to finish school so you can travel?  Are you waiting for the kids to get out of the house before you take the next steps to independence?  Are you waiting, waiting, waiting, thinking that your idea, plan or dream is intangible? What’s your excuse?  How do you spend your time during the day?  How many steps do you take to fly?

I’m in a quandary; something new.  I talk a good game and yet I find myself not walking my talk.  Does this ever happen to you?  Do you ever know that you’re not being true to you and your future, and yet?  With brains and brawn we can conquer anything and everything that the world throws at us, plus pave new paths for others to follow.  What are you waiting for?  What am I waiting for?

A friend said that reality isn’t his reality.  He can’t possibly be in this situation at his age:  cash-flow non-flow, waning interest in his job, marital disparity, and questions about this afternoon as well as tomorrow.  “I’m still waiting for the Calvary to come to ’save’ me from myself.”  Where is that ubiquitous Calvary?  Who’s heading it up and what charge will they take on next?  Only we know – we are our own Calvary.  We take charge and charge toward everyday situations the best way we know how.  Sometimes though we wait for someone else to make a decision that either makes or breaks our Calvary charge.

Are you scared?  I am.  It’s the ghost of my parents’ prophecy past, the ghost of my personal prophecy present, and the ghost of whateverIwant future.  What’s holding me back?  What’s this imaginary fear doing holding my hand and leading me down a destructable or limited path? I know I have the courage and the strength to let go of its hand and forge ahead down a limitless, profitable, abundant, successful and happy life.  What am I waiting for?  If only I knew.

Go. Go now.  Start right this minute drawing your storyboard for 2010.  Create the vision and the reality for a dream and goal to be real.  Meet the detours head on and flourish. Release the chains of fear and the unknown, and fly. 

What are you waiting for?  I’m turning the corner and I want to see you there. 

“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.”

C.S. Lewis

Happy Tuesday.

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Asking For Help

How often have you wanted to ask someone for help and yet, didn’t?  How many times have your family, friends and co-workers help you make you the person you are today? 

Why do we feel so frail when we need help?  Everyone of us needs help in myriad ways throughout any given day or week. At work, seldom do we hesitate to ask a co-worker to help us finish a project, or take over a duty when we want/need to take time off, or get more information, or research, or even role-play for an important presentation.  But, when we need to ask for personal help, we hide like rabbits from a fox.  Why?

Ego?  Maybe it’s fear of rejection.  Maybe it’s fear of appearing weak.  Maybe it’s admitting to ourselves that we can’t do it all by ourselves; a resounding declaration of humanity.  When you don’t feel well, you ask a doctor’s advice.  When you can’t find an answer to some personal matter you either consult a psychologist or a self-help book, or your favorite bartender.  Heaven forbid that you would ask for help from your family or friends if you were in financial, mental or personal trouble.

I also know some of my men friends won’t call the doctor.  “It’ll go away, soon.”  “I don’t need a doctor.”  “This isn’t anything.”  About two weeks later pneumonia’s set in.  Human frailty is in our makeup; it runs in our veins, and yet it can be as deadly – in some people’s minds – as a viper.  Ask. 

When you ask for help I’d guess over 90 percent of the time, people help.  Yes, the other 10 percent of the time a friend or family member says, “no.”  You have to live with that.  At least you asked.  When was the last time someone asked you for help?  How did you feel?  Proud to have someone trust you enough to ask?  Aggravated that they asked?  It’s hard to say, “no,” but sometimes that’s the best course of action.  I’ve said “no,” before and I’ve also been refused of help; I obviously made it past that.

I’ve asked several of my friends for help and to a person they’ve been there for me.  I’ve been the recipient of a friend in need and I’m happy to help, when and if I can.  I don’t see the weakness in the asking, I see the strength.  The strength comes from knowing what you need.  I’m not saying to keep asking for money or assistance when you haven’t taken strides to help yourself, but I know that there’s a personal safety deposit box in each of us and we keep our feelings locked tight.

Ask. 

I watched, with amazement and fascination, 60 Minutes last night.  I found Katie Couric’s interview with Andre Agassi spellbinding.  I’m an ardent fan – not just of Agassi, but also professional tennis.  Agassi spiraled down to the dregs of humanity before he asked for help, got himself clean and made it back from 141 in the rankings to #1.  It was one of the greatest comebacks in sports’ history.   Have you been down and asked for a hand?  Needed someone to give you the recognition you deserve? Asked for a hug?  Someone was there for you, wasn’t s/he?

From the richest to the poorest, from the strongest to the weakest, from the child to the adult, from the C-level to the factory worker, and from your parents to your best friend help is the spine of their being and yours.  Someone may need a lift to the office, a drink, a pat on the back, a friendship card, a note, a thankyou; the list goes on.  Help is four letters of partnership in this journey.  Ask.  Give. Enjoy.

Happy Monday.

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What Can You Do Without?

I know all of you have seen either a dog or a cat with only three legs.  They learn to cope without the fourth and do so with relish. They don’t pine – or at least not for long – about losing the leg, they just learn to live without it and move on – literally.

What is it that you can live without to make your life, bank account or thought processes less of a struggle?  We are a global people of possessions.  The more we have, the more we make an impression – or so we think.  The make of car, the number of cars, the size of the house, the furnishings, the number of houses, the clothes, the travel, the hair, the friends in “high places,” all seem to label us as either important, rich, not so, middle class, trailer trash, or any other label.  Do these labels identify our souls?  Not even close.

My friend – I’ll call him Tim – lives a life of  ”image.”  He drives a fancy car, lives in a fancy neighborhood, and wears the “right” color socks with the right jacket/shirt/tie.  I’m impressed.  But he’s at a crossroads both personally and professionally.  He has learned to live without a fancy house – the declining market caused not one, but several moves.  He’s learned to live without the Country Club and its jet set.  He drinks beer instead of expensive wine.  Guess what?  He’s still Tim; the Tim others and I love.  He’s still brilliant, funny and yes, good-looking. (They all help the profile.)

At coffee yesterday morning with my friend, she told me about selling a fancy, built-from-scratch race car that had been in their garage for years.  They obviously can live without it. The loss was just a thought, not a real loss. We cling onto  possessions as though they were blood flowing through our social veins.  Why?

I’m living without some family heirlooms that I sold a few years ago. Does this make me less of a person?  No.  I now serve dinner on stainless steel and use stainless steel dinnerware instead of sterling.  Damn, they didn’t notice!  It didn’t hamper the meal, the love and laughter.  I’ve learned to live without a six-figure income – though I hope it comes back – and I’ve done well. (However you want to define “well.”) What about you?  Have you done without and noticed that the true you is still you?  I would hope so.

Stay true to you and your values, and the accoutrements of wealth or importance come from within.  You have riches with friends, family, laughter, health and beautiful days.  Lavish yourself in those riches and like the three-legged dog or cat you’ll realize that you can live without some tangibles, as long as the intangibles are there.

Have a great weekend.

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Traffic Lights

Red:  stop!  Yellow: slow down before you have to stop.  Green:  Sail through with glee.

How many projects at work and in life revolve around the traffic-light principle?  I know that the yellow light is the most precarious.  Do I slow down?  Do I race through it?  Do I curse the  people/person in front of me who did slow down; therefore, I have to stop?  What do your thoughts tell you to do?  How often have you obeyed the yellow-light law?  Most of us race through life like we’re chasing a bandit and yet we don’t know where s/he is. 

I am on yellow-light mode today.  I’m slowing down to make a concerted effort to make the “right” decision.  If I go through that yellow or red light with nary a concern for others at the green light corner or pedestrians with the right-of-way walk sign then I’m just ego driven.  If I obey the law – I don’t know anyone who’s 100 percent on this – then I feel that sixty to ninety seconds have hampered my whole day.  It’s a minute plus! Today though, those minutes are going to be with the City/County of Denver and I’ll let them be driven by the computer switch, not my I’m-in-such-a-hurry-that-a-minute-will-change-my-day thought pattern.  

Do I? Don’t I?  What are the repercussions of racing through that yellow light?  the red light?  What decisions have I made that I know needed more time to persue?  What actions have I taken that caused a “wreck” in either my life or someone else’s?  I’ll never know.  I don’t stop to count.   Do you?

 I’m making the decision to take the yellow-light road and slow down, contemplate the results of my actions for both you and me, to take responsibility for my thoughts and actions, and realize that maybe I’m not in control of all that happens.  Are you in control of all the decisions you make?  How often do you realize that we swear, sweat and fret over things that are not in our control?  I know that I calm down when I realize that the red light is there for a reason and I’m not in control of its timing. 

Your plane is delayed.  Do you get ugly and scream at an innocent gate agent?  Does s/he have control of the air, the weather, the mechanical failure?  No, and yet we get huffy.  What good does it do for either you or others?  None!  How about that person in front of you who doesn’t slide into the middle of the intersection during a green light so you know you too will be able to get through it? Slow down, understand, breathe, and take control of your life, thoughts and actions.   What control do you take over your life?  When you understand then you have a green-light life and gleefully go through your day, week, month, year.  It’s amazing how much easier it is for us when we settle down, take adult – not necessarily mature! – actions.  (This whole “mature” routine to me is highly over-rated!)

If everyone thought and acted the same way you do, the world would be a boring place. No offense, but diversity is the green-light of life.  You don’t think or act like me, and I don’t think or act like you:  Good for both of us.  Relish in a traffic-light world: slow down even when you don’t have to, stop and stay put when you need to, and then gleefully soar through the day when all is green and go.

Happy Thursday.

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A Smile To My Face

What made you smile today or yesterday?  Have you smiled today?  If not – why? If so, what made you happier?

Up the street, three houses have blow-up “dolls.”  They start with Halloween – ghost, spider, pumpkin, witch.  Now they’ve changed to a Thanksgiving theme: scarecrow, turkey, cornucopia.  They always bring a smile to my face when I drive by: the colors, the messages, the characters all say, “Enjoy life.”   They bring out the child in all of us and that’s always a good thing.

Yesterday one of my clients e-mailed me some questions about the salutation and sign-off of his business e-mails.  I answered with good tools and tips and business information, until the end. As I wrote examples of how to end his e-mails/letters, I also recommended he write, “This is so not worth my time,” and sign it.   He wrote back, “Thank you for helping change my mood this morning and making me smile.”  His response extended the smile chain!

Have you given someone or yourself a reason to smile today?  How many hours go by until we connect with our funny bone or our inner child and smile or laugh?  I think it’s too many.  How many?  I don’t know.

Every waking hour of every day deserves a smile and/or a laugh.  Statistics tell us that adults keep their inner child quarantined through a work week.  Children laugh up to 450 times a day, an adult only 15 – on a good day.  Now, I’m not proposing you laugh 400 more times today, but I would recommend that you re-lease your sense of humor and your smile muscles.

Yesterday I received a phone call from someone I don’t know – I didn’t recognize the caller ID – and she asked, “Is this Queen of the World?”  I laughed, “Yes.”  On a membership application for a woman’s association one of the questions asked:  “What is Your Title?”  I put, “Queen of the World.”  I didn’t even think about the ramifications, I just don’t have a title being a sole proprietor; “Queen…” felt right.  Well, it obviously made this woman smile, laugh, and pick up the phone.  From that initial phone call I got two more calls from women I don’t know asking if I’d volunteer on a fundraiser in Denver.  Naturally, I said, “Yes.”  You never know.

Make a goal today to help ease someone else’s day.  Make them smile, laugh or both.  It’ll help your day as well. We all love to laugh.  Don’t you?  Absolutely.

Go on a scavenger hunt for fun, even silly, today and release some of that stress and tension that builds up hourly.  Laughter helps your digestive system, erases wrinkles, extends your life, obliterates your foibles, pays your mortgage,  and enhances your sex life…we can only hope!  Whatever else it does, it definitely makes our lives more engaging.

Find that smile, pass it along.  Make a fool of yourself and have others watch; self-deprecating humor is a winning lottery ticket…that’s pay your mortgage!

Enjoy your day, and smile; I do.

Happy Wednesday.

www.DeeDukehart.com

What Are You Worth?

Friends, acquaintances and strangers younger than you are making more money than you;  the same with others your age or older.  Why?  Why too, do some people choose to work for a cause knowing that they’ll get half the money they’re worth?  What are you worth and to whom?  Do you know? Are you making the money that you deserve?  If so, bravo; if not, then the time is now.

Money, salaries, compensation, commission, retainers, sales, they’re all what we strive for, daily.  No matter what industry, company, corporation, association, non-profit or micro business you make yours, you’ll be compensated to the degree that someone else thinks you’re worth. In this economy some businesses still are thriving as are their employees, in other businesses the lure of optimism and success have fallen into quicksand.  Why?  I can’t answer.

I know that multi-year employees are getting laid off and forced to think about a new job or career – not that they planned this – and anguish over where to look and what to ask for.   Some upper-level managers who had “good” jobs are now working for 1/3 of what they were making before.  Do you ask for what you’re worth?  Do you think, “I’ll take anything right now”; therefore, you go to work for a company that doesn’t value you, your talents, your knowledge?

Several good friends whom I’ve known all my life are teetering on disgust.  They never considered they’d be in a position of what bill to pay, or even, could they pay them.  Other friends are in the lap of luxury because they planned for this;  their company’s bottom line, though squeezed hasn’t deteriorated; or they re-designed their focus and kept forging ahead.

We’re all bright.  We have intellectual property that’s worth an undisclosed amount to someone; it’s just finding out who that someone is and is s/he  willing to reward our knowledge.   Time.  Research. Knowing. Self-confidence. What will it take to find that niche that values you?   Does fear wrap itself around your heart and head and keep you from seeking and asking for what you’re worth?  Do you believe enough in yourself to say, “no thank you,” even when it could be the “only” opportunity that one day?  It’s a hard decision.

I’m in that decision process right now.  What do I do?  Whom do I call to ask for what I’m worth?  I’m at a crossroads and in a quandary.  Wow, two good challenges all in one morning; how lucky can a woman be?  I’m doing projects that I know will keep me floating like that oil drop on the water, and yet, I also know that I don’t want to just float, I want to soar.

Today’s a new week and a new month.  I’ll take your hand – you take mine- and we’ll walk this path together.  We’ll acknowledge our worth and then allow others to understand it; therefore, say “yes” to our demands.  The world needs us, we have to let it know that.

I’m worth more than I’m getting and I have to acknowledge that at the moment, yet understand it’s only temporary and then the worth will take charge and I’ll be unstoppable.  What about you?  Settle for only the best; you’re worth it.  Believe in yourself and others will feel that belief.

Here’s to us.

Happy Monday and November.

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Celebration

Happy Halloween! BOO!  For those of you overseas who do not celebrate Halloween, Happy Saturday!

What happens when you don’t feel like celebrating other’s celebrations?  What happens when you play the “bah humbug” of ghouls, goblins and ghosts?  I so want to get in the “spirit,” but it just doesn’t come to me.  Does this mean I’m old, cranky and uninvolved?  Not necessarily.

I keep thinking with all my fun “dress-up” paraphernalia I have collected over the years for my keynote or just to be “funny.” I could easily collect them on my person this evening:  a pink, short-hair or a long, straight black hair wig?  my clown nose is almost a given? my funky, change-the-way-you-look glasses with already made up eyes?  My outrageous boa?  I could just pile all of these on when  my doorbell rings and get in the spirit?  But…will I?  Just thinking about it makes it come alive.

Well, I want to be in the spirit, the same way I want to get in the Christmas spirit, but I guess after years of non-spirit, I may stay “humbugged.”  Do you think  I can buy celebration at Walgreens or Target, maybe from my next door neighbor, maybe from a scary movie on television?  If I can’t get it from within, then I can’t find it around the corner or in some retail aisle.

What gives us the spirit?  What gets us jazzed about any event, be it a birthday party, an anniversary, a graduation, a new car, a 10-lb weight loss, or a new client/job or a national holiday?  I’m thinking complete involvement and company:  Involved with the celebration, involved with family, children, friends,or co-workers make the difference.  Tonight I haven’t borrowed family, friends or children, and I still get a tug-of-celebration…1

I have the “costume,” and I purchased the candy -  I even tasted some of the peanut M&Ms it to make certain they weren’t poisoned or past the non-caloric date.I usually stay away from them because I love ‘em!  Next year  I promise myself to buy candy that won’t tempt my palate, nor lure my self-discipline away.  But, that’s a whole 364 days away.

My bat earrings, my “boo” orange socks and my half-scowl on my face seem to put others in the mood, so I guess I’ll celebrate with the rest of them.  This morning at the grocery store I saw adults – real adults – wearing fun, funky, crazy costumes; they’re definitely in the spirit.  Maybe I’ll buy some of their enthusiasm as the day progresses! 

Are you in the spirit?  Will you be in the spirit for the next celebration of life and holidays?  I hope so. When you do get the spirit, send some my way!

Enjoy.

www.DeeDukehart.com

 

You Never Know!

Marianne was a client for almost a year; we only met face-to-face twice.  Coaching is an intimate working relationship; you learn about the real person, not just the face who shows up.  It’s also a weekly commitment for both the client and coach.  Marianne and I liked to spend an hour or so on Sunday afternoons.

I learn tidbits about myself every time I coach a client, get in front of an audience, and even conduct a webinar.  I learn patience, understanding, humility and above all graciousness.  We are all battered individuals walking around hoping to figure out who we are, why this or that happened or is happening to us, what to do, whom we can trust, and what the future holds.  No one has the answers; I’ve been searching for decades.  There are times when I’m more vulnerable than my clients, and I need to be strong for them; they need me, and I need them.

After any close connection with another we give and take.  We also remember what we gained, or lost, during the relationship and how valuable the lessons were or still are as we continue our journey.  Every chance meeting, every stranger we sit next to on an airplane, on a bus, in a seminar, at Starbucks, or even riding up in an elevator has the power to change our lives and vice versa.  It’s a wonderful adventure – daily.

Are you open to the possibilities?  Are you prepared to open up and be who you really are in order to attract the right people into your lives?  I hope I am; I hope I offer “open” to most of the people I meet.  As the saying goes, the world’s a small place.

My brother told me to look up a friend of his who lives in Vail.  George and I had lunch and I found out he lived next door to my good friend and high school buddy, Sally.  Small world!  I know you’ve had that happen; you just never know.

Marianne touched my life.  She was going through a difficult time when we met last year and her brother, whom I’d worked with for three years, referred her to me.  She and I got along from the start and bonded weekly.  I do know that I helped her through those dark days and weeks; I heard it in her voice.  When we last spoke – about a month ago- she was excited about work, life and tomorrow.  It made me feel so good for her that her power-self had come to soar and she was going out, meeting new people, enjoying friends and relatives, and looking forward to her life.

Yesterday I received notice that Marianne died suddenly and unexpectedly a week ago, she was only 48.  You never know.

Allow your emotions the freedom of expression.  Tell people you love them.  Hug a friend.  Hug yourself.  Life and people are precious.   You just never know when you’ll either meet someone who’ll change your life, or you’ll meet someone who will leave your life unexpectedly.

Bless you Marianne, you will be missed.  I love you.

Happy Thursday.

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Who You Gonna Call?

As much as I dislike cliches, this one:, “It’s not what you know, it’s who you know,” cemented its truth on my brain this morning.  Isn’t it wonderful to have a cadre of experts who are there for you at any time?  Yes, any time.  

When our trees die we call the tree specialists, when our disposal overflows we call our kitchen expert, when our water pipes break we call the plumber, and when the roof leaks we run to our neighbors for a glass of wine and hope it stops!  But we usually have those “important” phone numbers on a refrigerator magnet, if not on speed dial. 

Some of you may be lucky enough to live with a “specialist” and s/he can fix everything from a video machine clock to a software glitch, from a broken window to a burned dinner, and from an overflowing toilet to a broken heart.  Then there are those of us who are solo who can only hope that those miracle men and women live near by if we need them to come over, or at least are within those magic ten numbers and can walk us through the problem.

I was on a walk-through this morning.  It’s a wonder that as an adult woman I manage to have a relatively problem-free home and life style.  Now, I’m not even ascertaining that I live without a tad of trauma or drama in any given month, but for the most part life’s been good to me,my car, my house, my computer, phone, tv, etc.  It’s the little irritations that make a big cloud in my day: the thermostat had that title this morning.

Sleeping in a cool house – summer and winter – makes for a peaceful and placid seven or eight hours for me.  The long hot summer nights make my REMs cranky, but winter time I leave the heat either off or at 60.  Yes, in the morning I run – race- to the thermostat and turn on the heat.  This palatial estate only takes ten minutes to heat up. (I know when it’s warm enough because me cats come out from under the covers!)This morning was no different.  During Denver’s fall  it’s warm during the day, cool at night, or cool during the day and cold at night, but it’s still keep-the-heat-off weather for me most evenings.  

This morning my house temperature was 59f – or 12c!  Yikes, it’s cold.  When I turned on the thermostat…nothing. Nada.  Zilch. Zero.  Blank stare back from the temperature and time window.  Whoops.  What’s a single woman to do at 7 a.m.?  Well, I have my miracle man who usually fixes everything for me, when time permits: windows, gutters, door latches, broken toys, light fixtures, electrical outlets…anyway, he’s my, who-ya-gonna-call man.  He walked me through the trauma of fixing my heat problem.  Guess what?  It was three small AA batteries that had finally  moved into hibernation: nothing major. 

If I had called a handyman, a plumber, an electrician,or  the Mayor it would not only have been $100 battery change, but would have taken hours.  The whole process of me going up and down stairs to check the fuse, outside to check the fuse box, and finally unscrewing the thermostat and replacing the batteries took me less than :15, thanks to dear Patrick.

I don’t think anyone counts of me at 7 a.m., except my cats, maybe.  But I do know that some of you count of me to help in educational areas during your times of need of my expertise.  We have our expertise and when we expand our network to let others know we’re there for them, to share our knowledge, then the world runs smoother.  Yes?  It did for me this morning.  How about you? How’s your day?

Thanks Patrick for all you do;  I know I’ll be calling again!

Happy before-the-snow Tuesday.

www.DeeDukehart.com

Lost

My computer – that appendage that keeps on keeping on – has to get a face lift and boob job and she will be “under the knife” for four-five hours. I’m lost as to how to plan my day without my computer. Now, that’s sad.  Yet, I do know that I’m at the bottom of the “addicted” users’ totem pole .

I use my mobile once every so often. I don’t own a Blackberry, iPod, or iPhone.  I don’t even text message.  Okay, so this puts me in a you-are-so-out-of it category: that’s me.  That is also why I’m at a loss as to how to put those fine constructive four-five hours to good use; to help me become a better trainer or update my brain, as long as I can read about it and write long-hand notes! Wow, this is…stupid…or is it so right on? 

Before these “monsters” took over our lives, we used to read, talk to each other, write long hand, research on Encyclopedias and use dictionaries.  Not now.  We’re so advanced that we can’t even speak as fast as we can text message.  I see young adults texting during classes, movies, theatre productions, riding bikes, in the shower – maybe not that dramatic, but close. We – they- are in 25-hour-a-day connection; sleeping with their phones.

For four or five hours I bet I can find someone whose words on the written page will advance my knowledge about writing, speaking, communicating, leading or current events.  What’s the draw to instant communication?  It’s like a syringe in our arm and when we don’t get enough of a “fix,” we melt into a downward spiral.  Interesting, to say the least.

I’ll survive.  I can make it for days without looking at e-mail when I choose that action, but when someone else “forces” the issue….  My four-year-old computer can’t spell s-l-o-w without going into hibernation mode, not-responding mode, or not-this-time mode.  This cocaine of knowledge machine wakes up with a hangover and needs a minimum of :15 to recognize and comprehend internet explorer.  She’s in bad shape and rehab and surgery will just be the first health care prescription.   (I just hope she gets through surgery and I can welcome her home with flying fingers and eager anticipation as I gleefully sign-in to my webpage to find out  who needed me, wanted me, said “hello,” forwarded profound pieces of minutia, or just asked me to buy .)

So, off I go to the library – neat! – to research some factoids on leadership and writing.  You’d think after 17 years I’d know something about the subject I teach, but then again, others know more than I; I welcome their knowledge!   Four hours, and I can breathe, not check e-mail every twenty-three seconds and enjoy a half-day with the freedom of information not on the internet.  I love it. 

Am I lost? Or am I found?

Happy Monday.

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