There once was a young man, in a distant, sleepy village, who wanted to change. Peering into his looking-glass every morning, he was dissatisfied with whoever that guy was looking back at him, with one ear slightly higher than the other. That guy had a hard time with...
The young woman glanced ’round her room Portending her weary future with gloom – “There’s nothing for me here but doom, Why can’t I live like Everyone Else?” The laundry, forlorn, piled high on a chair Toys and books all...
There’s a big thing to be done. You contemplate the big thing, and Big Thing stares right back – it ain’t budgin’. This town isn’t big enough for the both of you. Meet Big Thing in front of the saloon at high noon. Or, arrange a quest to...
Confession: I’ve had a hard time writing lately. It’s challenging to know what’s helpful, tone-deaf, encouraging, Pollyanna-ish…you get my drift. Another confession: Over the past several weeks I’ve bounced from being incredibly productive, to...
Once upon a time, there was a sad woman. The woman was sad because her mother had died, and she wasn’t used to people dying. The sad woman did not know what to do with her grief, so she did nothing. Quite literally. No work, very little housekeeping, no cooking....
This post originally appeared in “The Stuff Behind The Stuff” about three years ago, and the concept was also included in Chapter 9 of Organizing and Big Scary Goals. It seems to have legs, so I’ve tweaked it for you. Join us in the conversation....
