Before You Can Play…
When I was a child, the world looked a lot less complicated than it does today. The “rules” were a lot easier to navigate.
Share with others. Say “please” and “thank you”. Take turns.
I was having an interesting spiritual conversation the other day. The discussion leader, a good fiend of mine, made the point that we need a common language if we are going to understand each other. There was a lot of talk around the nature of establishing “rules” for a society, and at one point, we came to a playground analogy.
We were discussing how, on the playground, children don’t jockey for position, and most aren’t bullies. In fact the ones that bully at a young age were either raised to be bullies, or they just haven’t learned how to interact with others yet. At which point my friend made the following statement.
Read MoreTraining Wheels
I live in a house full of testosterone. Two boys (three, if you count my husband) can really push you to your limits sometimes. They’re “all boy” and sometimes a bit too competitive. My sons were born about 10 years apart, tho, which makes some of the competition rather comical.
Take my youngest, for example. He’s been wanting to ride a “big boy bike” for years now. And I’m not talking about a 10-speed. He wants a motorcycle. Why? Because my teenager does, of course.
Read MoreShortcuts
Every week day, my son and I make the three-quarter mile hike to his afternoon Kindergarten classroom. The way our house is situated, we can either walk “through the neighborhood” or take a “short cut” out the back yard, thereby saving about a quarter mile on the journey.
Since I make this round trip twice a day, sometimes it’s nice to take the short cut. Especially if my son wants to ride his scooter, in which case I have to nearly run to keep up (and I’m not a runner, in case you were wondering).
But when the weather’s nice, or when my son is feeling ambitious, we take the long way.
And it makes all the difference.
Read MoreThe Juicer
Back in January, I was gifted with a juicer by a UK company that sells washing machines, among other things. Their “Fairy Hobmother” sent it as a gift for commenting on a friend’s blog (who knew?). I unpacked it and started using it right away. The marketing genius behind what they did is a topic for a future post (on my other blog). Today, I want to talk about the juicer.
Three Kinds Of Juicers
Apparently, there are different kinds of juicers. I had no idea. I first started lusting after one when my friend Judi hosted me at her delicious B&B in Atlanta last Fall. She had a “masticating” juicer. I thought it was pretty cool. But I had no idea there are actually three types of juicers: centrifugal, masticating, and triturating (twin gear). The more I learned about juicers, the more I recognized a parallel to life that I now share with my clients.
Read MoreLoving My Inner Critic
It began at the convergence of three events:
A while back Andrea Patten asked me to proof her “Inner Critic to Inner Ally” program and offer my feedback. I proofed it and offered some suggestions, and left it at that. A couple of weeks ago, she was talking to me about some of the great results her clients were getting, so I asked if I could review the entire program and see if it might be something useful to my subscribers.
I had started working through it, and got stuck on an emotional block for me. It stemmed around describing my Inner Critic, and quite frankly, I had spent many years trying to shut it up. The last thing I wanted to do was spend time putting energy into describing what I believed was the very thing holding me back in life.
Then, my coach posed a question last week that vexed me. “Really, Lisa. What if it REALLY didn’t matter what other people thought?”
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