Here is a partial list of things I don’t understand:

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Here is a partial list of things I don’t understand:
*Electricity, specifically um, everything.
*TV, (at least I don’t still  believe that there are little people inside the screen),
*Records, tapes, Cd, DVDs. Grooves, plastic, cellophane tape make music?
*Math (except for the basics).
* Phones–cell or otherwise. Some invisible wavy signal confirms the party is at 6:30 and tells you what to wear,
*Ditto for faxes only wastes your ink.
*Anything having to do with space, especially mathematical formulas (see above) that you can’t try out in the privacy of your own home, which in turn predict where a space craft will go.  Would you put another person’s life on the line based on your math skills?
*Pain relievers (they know where you hurt?)
*Computers. Period.

Life Is Too Short To Be Neat

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On short notice, I stopped by a business associate’s house to pick something up for work and couldn’t help but notice she had no stuff out. No piles of mail, no piles of papers, no piles of shoes to go up stairs, no piles of screws and pins and parts to things. Admittedly, she could have cleared the counters with a sweep of her arm into a box hidden in the oven but I don’t think so. Am I the only one with stuff? No matter how many times I “organize” my stuff, I can’t keep up. I feel like Lucy Ricardo at the chocolate factory–the stuff comes in faster than I can put it away. I was beginning to feel inadequate, until I told myself that this is probably a genetic disorder. The way that I have coped with my dirty, “messy” little secret is that I know exactly what is in each pile except for when I need something. While I do crave the kind of organization featured in magazines, cool little bins lined up neatly in cubbies, there is an odd comfort in my piles. Writers are unkempt and a clean, neat desk doesn’t make me feel like a serious writer. So, my piles will remain as they are until such time that I have company. Then I shall stack all the piles in a corner and put a plant in front of them. Life is too short to be neat. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.


Who Are You?

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Who Are You?

Who are you? Here’s a quick exercise in understanding yourself. Each day for the next 7 days write down–not think in your head–but write down, something you do well or that helps other people. Be specific–not,” I am kind,” but “I can not only tell when someone needs an extra word of encouragement, I seem to know exactly what to say. “This is not about bragging–this is about understanding the importance of your role in the universe. Everyone one is important– one missing screw can bring a jumbo jet down. You may not realize it because you only see yourself through your eyes, but your life is and will continue to be critical to many, many people. They need you–it’s important that you value yourself enough to be there.


If You Think Fairy Tales Are Just For Children

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If You Think Fairy Tales Are Just For Children

If you think fairy tales are just for children you would be mistaken. In the Ugly Duckling, the little swan duckling thought he was fine until the mother duck who hatched him told him he was ugly. Up to that time he was having a great time just being himself. He sunk into despair. Then the mother swan who found the duckling told him that he was handsome and swept him up in her arms and kissed and kissed him. He didn’t have to change a thing. Has your self-esteem been ruined by a comment from someone that was only from their point of view? Our greatest gift is ourselves…so be yourself!  That way the people who care for you and love you can marvel at how beautiful you are–just as you were created.


I am a Night Owl

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I am a Night Owl

I’m a night owl…drives my husband, who is a morning person, nuts. Love the quiet, no-phone, no-interruption, crap-on-TV-time-of-night. It’s almost naughty, like skinny-dipping at night when everyone’s in bed. At the same time it is sacred.. like being the first to walk down the street in fresh snowfall. Being alone with my putzing and thinking and playing and praying reminds me who I am. I hope you have time to do nothing so you will remember who you are, too.


Big Business Has Lost It’s Soul

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Big Business Has Lost It’s Soul

Someone said today, “If I gave you $50,000 to speak, what would you speak on? I replied, “I would talk about how big business has lost it’s soul.” Now before you get all upset, obviously, not every business, but in general–yeah. The businesses that are really successful have usually figured out that employees are people. Take Google–plenty of food, day care, exercise equipment, people working days, evenings, nights, hierarchy low, creativity high, productivity, high. Why are they so successful? Besides obvious reasons, it’s that people feel like they count. We all want to feel like we count, like we matter–that we have value. That is the greatest gift an employer can give–and it doesn’t cost–it pays.

 


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