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I was with a group of women the other night and a conversation woke me up to the plight of some of us who seem to believe our quotes or thoughts would be better received if we attributed their origin to someone else. So-and-so thinks … I was talking to … and she suggested … I can’t remember where I heard this but … I finally said, “How about we all give our opinions instead Much is written about being in the moment, whatever that means. I had an epiphany today. It’s not just about being in the moment; it’s about turning moments into habits. Let me explain. Someone for whom we were writing something mentioned that she has her Saturday “Mommy–Daughter Day.” She doesn’t plug in on Saturdays; she and her daughter plan a full day together. and it’s written in stone, or blood, or whatever ink is used I recently purchased the new iPhone X. I mainly got it because my other iPhone wasn’t holding its charge, but in addition, the photography capabilities of the new iPhone X were something of a turn-on to me. So I ordered it and will pay an additional $15 per month for the rest of my life to pay for it. Whatever. So now I am using the phone, and let’s just say, I am not a Occasionally, I bring my work hat to Freesia Lane. I am in marketing, where social media plays a large role in our day. This posted on Blue Shoe Strategy’s blog this morning. I know most of you are on Facebook. Thought you might find it relevant. Christine An excellent piece by Jenna Wortham ran in the The New York Times today, Facebook’s Existential Crisis. She challenges the worth of the content of Facebook, its relevance Note From Christine: As many of you know, I’m a marketer (rhymes with racketeer, just sayin’) by day. I rarely post the same blog on my business website as on Freesia Lane, but this post on how successful people do the tasks they find unpleasant had such a strong response from people from a personal habitual standpoint, I thought you might find it of interest. I recently read that successful entrepreneurs have one thing I’m funny. Sometimes really funny. I sent this letter back in October after feeling at the end of the rope regarding my local bank here on Cape Cod, where I now reside. I will tell you about the response in another blog, but I just want you to ask yourself at the end of reading it if you think I’m a mean girl … or so clever you can’t believe it and want to call I had lunch the other day with a friend of mine. Talk turned to fathers, and how similar our two fathers were. Her father was a worker and a golfer like mine. Work and golf and show up now and then to be a larger than life presence in the lives of their kids. Mine was a tough taskmaster whom I didn’t appreciate until long after he no longer had any influence on me. We I was driving in the car and heard the following statistic: For the first time in eighteen years, on-time arrival statistics for airlines are at an all-time high of more than 60%. Because my nomadic lifestyle has decentralized my circle of friends, I go to the airport a lot. I’m picking up friends, dropping them off, and flying hither and yon. Over the past five years or so, every person who has arrived to visit―and Dear Postmaster General, We need to talk. I heard on the news this morning that you are losing $25,000,000 per day—yes, that’s twenty-five million dollars—running the Post Office. I’m not a math girl, but according to my iPhone’s calculator, that is 9.125+9 dollars per year? What the heck does that mean? Oh, and you are short a few billion for next week’s payroll. Well, it’s a lot of money brother. Time to talk. I have |
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