Have you wondered, “How did I get here? Something has to change.”
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Hey, Friends… Last week I read a blog post written by Jennifer Schmidt that has really been sitting in my heart, and I want to share the link to its Hopeful message with you. Things get crazy at the end of May, right? You add all the spring activities to your real life that is already full of deadlines, appointments, crisis calls, and “I didn’t see that coming” moments… And things can start to spiral, can’t they? I found encouragement in the words from Jennifer Schmidt (www.beautyandbedlam.com) who shared her
Intentionally exceptional. Love that! I’m working with an impressive consultant, Wendy K. Walters. Her team member, Kate, uses those two words in her signature line: Intentionally exceptional, Kate. Doesn’t the phrase just inspire a whole bunch of confidence in her work and ability to deliver? It tells me that she is thinking about what it will take to be exceptional. And I will benefit from it.
Drift back with me… College years. Mankato State University. Trying to get my physical education required credit completed. I chose a class that included a workout program and running. My grade depended on how many pounds and how many inches I lost. {Good grief. What on earth was I thinking?} Around and around the track I ran. And as I ran (I use that word loosely here), my mantra was that old hymn…
I had come to the conclusion that the gentleman sitting behind me in 6F was never going to stop talking. It felt like his voice was sitting on the top of my head. No breaths, an intense tone, and a steady stream of words tapping my brain like a woodpecker. And we were only at the point in our flight where the flight attendant was reminding us that our seat cushions could be used as flotation devices. (We were flying from Kansas City to Dallas. Not sure
It was that sound. You know, the one that wakes you up and revs up your adrenaline big-time and you find yourself standing next to your bed wondering what strange thing is going on in the house while trying to decide if you should run or grab the lamp to defend yourself. I stood perfectly still, wide-awake, heart racing, and listened carefully. I heard it again. And then recognized it… It was my mom singing. Good grief. Here’s the back story…
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