The holidays are here! I hope you're as excited as I am, but just in case you're wondering about how to spend your time with your daughter and thinking of ideas, I've got one...or four...for you!
It's the middle of September. Summer's ended and the little vacations are scheduled farther apart now. School has been back in for a few weeks, and the routines are becoming more regular. Spontaneity has slowed down and work can become a serious drain if you let it! Celebrations don't have to be large and time consuming. Your spouse and your children will appreciate it when acknowledge a small success in a special way. Your coworkers may be alarmed that you noticed and cared enough to write a thank you note. Your mentees will light up, and I guarantee you it will make a difference in their day.
It's been one year since I officially went into business, and it's been mind boggling. Seriously. I don't know that I've ever cried more in one year than I did this year. I've wored harded than I ever have before in my life and it's difficult to process because I don't know how much I have to show for it when I look back...if you're measuring value in the traditional sense by the things you can see.
I was terrible at writing thank you notes when I was high school. I think I have a few thank you notes and phone calls to follow up on from my high school graduation even now because I didn't understand the importance of it. Now that I understand it, I've been running from place to place to deliver these little notes and it has become my favorite hobby! At a time where I could have easily gotten caught up in resentment, I found myself doing one thing: saying thank you and it brought amazing results. Want to live your best life? Dare to focus on all the good parts and ignore the rest! I've got three tips to get you started so keep reading!
Growing up, I envied some of my best friends and the relationships they had with their moms. When it came to my mom and me, I was that character named Can't-Get-Right. Opening up to my mom was unchartered territory. What if my mom didn't think I was funny or like to laugh at the same stuff I do? What if she thought I was silly or stupid or worse? What if life got worse when I let her in? My thoughts were irrational and unjustified, but they were my thoughts so they became my reality.