For those of you who are fans of good chick movies, Fried Green Tomatoes is one of my favorites. The inimitable Kathy Bates has one of the best scenes in the entire film, when she slams her car into someone else’s and shouts “I have insurance!!!”
It was a lively bunch. The 12 people in my class were from a smaller company that provides conference services. It had recently been purchased by a much larger global corporation in November 2016.
It’s finally time to give yourself permission to play. But where on earth to begin?
With the plethora of choices available, the challenge is picking the perfect adventure. If you’ve never done this before it can be daunting. So much so that we can easily end up going to a safe default, like Hawaii. Or Florida. Or the next state over.
I lay on the comfortable bed in the dark, listening to the birds outside. Most of the time I was sleeping.
A few years ago I had a long term friendship come to an end. Four decades of love, laughter and jokes, gone. I felt as though someone had removed a part of my heart. However, that experience both taught me important life lessons as well as opened many new doors. Here’s what I learned:
So, you’ve bought your tickets and the dates are set. You’ve finally gotten up the gumption to give yourself the trip of a lifetime: a hike around magical Macchu Picchu, a kayaking trip on the Dalmatian Coast, or just a gentle exploration of gorgeous Cinque Terre, Italy. Let’s consider preparation.
Ready to write a book? You’re not alone. You have a lifetime of ideas, experiences and stories to share. The challenge is where and how to begin. It can be daunting.
It was 1977, in Winter Haven, Florida, my home town. My parents had sold our farm and were now living in a fifth-wheel camper, parked in a campground. Next to us was a golf course.
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?”
– Mary Oliver, The Summer Day
Mary Oliver’s quote was like a slap in the face – gentle, but insistent. It was the third time I’d seen that quote in the last two weeks. I wondered, “What’s going on here? What am I missing?”