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Month: February 2012

It’s Your Choice

Cash or credit; paper or plastic; wheat or sourdough; grande or venti; bootcut or straight-leg; warm or cool; volume or length; matte or gloss; MSNBC or CNBC…It’s not even 8AM and these are just a few of the decisions I’ve had to make just to get in gear.  And I’m retired now – what was my morning like when I was working? If this is indicative of the ‘new minimalism’, I don’t get it.  I consider it a paradigm for insanity.  I don’t want to make any more decisions, it’s… Read more It’s Your Choice

It’s Enough To Make You Crazy

“I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once” — Jennifer Yane Apparently April is National Anxiety Month – I had no idea.  If someone had told me that I had the option of deferring my anxiety, collecting and storing it in one of the many compartments in my head pending one outrageous release from April 1st – 30th, I can’t imagine how much more organized my thought process would be.  I really think this deserves more publicity, which is why I’m… Read more It’s Enough To Make You Crazy

A Dirty Little Secret – Sort Of

“There is an enormous number of managers who have retired on the job” – Peter Drucker.  Ah Pete, you’re killin’ me.  I’m not sure if anyone who falls into this category – or anyone supervising people in this category – really wants to be outed.  However, this dirty little secret is becoming more and more apparent.  The good news (if you want to call it that) is that there’s no need to worry – I’m not sure anyone’s going to get called on it.  It requires too much effort.  If… Read more A Dirty Little Secret – Sort Of

I’m Blonder Than I Look

I was going to write about ethics today – and it was going to be good.  Notes in place, paragraphs in some semblance of order, and then I had one of my many blonde moments.  I couldn’t stop thinking about these random ‘duh’ moments of mine and remain amazed that I am here in spite of myself.  Full disclosure – I’m not a natural blonde, so I use the adjective loosely and more than a little disingenuously. Anyway, I’ve conducted a completely unscientific study with a myriad of uncontrolled variables… Read more I’m Blonder Than I Look

Big Love – Not The TV Show

Well, we’re coming up on Valentine’s Day – and I wonder about the intent of a holiday marketed by Hallmark as an opportunity to speak of love in the most sincere of ways.  I wasn’t going to write about it at all, perhaps in defiance if you will, of whatever societal expectations there may be in plucking on heart strings during this time of year. But karma is a funny thing.  With my husband off on a business trip, snow falling outside (albeit with little conviction), I decided that today… Read more Big Love – Not The TV Show

I Never Slept With Jack Kennedy

So this woman named Mimi has written a book about her affair with Jack Kennedy.  You can imagine my discomfort upon hearing this announcement.  I didn’t get the memo that February was Mimi-Confessionals-Month.  After all, I just started this blog in January.  How exposed do you expect me to be so early in our relationship?  Had I realized that February was going to be our month to tell secrets-of-absolutely-no-consequence-to-anyone, I might have waited until March to start this exercise.  This is gonna be tough. Advertising secrets is tricky (it’s also… Read more I Never Slept With Jack Kennedy

Je Ne Regrette Rien…Not!

“Je ne regrette rien”.  My mom used to do a decent, highly entertaining imitation of Edith Piaf (assuming that Edith Piaf was ‘un peu’ tone deaf). Mom had the hand gestures, closed eyes, dramatic intonations down (and her Marlene Dietrich was even better).  Of course, she didn’t do this too often either because we would laugh or worse, sing along. Of course the words of the song aren’t completely true.  I have regrets – from absolutely frightening glamour-don’ts to opportunities I dismissed to emotional pain that I have inflicted with… Read more Je Ne Regrette Rien…Not!

The Older I Get, The Less I Know

Thanks to the wisdom of two of my younger friends, I have joined Twitterdom.  I’m not exactly sure what this means for either my consulting practice nor my blogs, but I am fascinated by the exchanges that exist in the ether – comradeship among people who have never met, yet are joined by common interest.  I never thought you could put passion into 140 characters, yet my friends J and V have proved me wrong.  The power of a delicately placed exclamation point!  The seductiveness of a thoughtful question tossed… Read more The Older I Get, The Less I Know

Step Away From The Mirror

Careful now…slowly step away from the mirror.  It’s deceptive – whatever or whoever is staring back at you, I swear it’s an inaccurate reflection.  Consider this part of the karmic joke, but I promise you that none of us see ourselves in the same way as we are seen by others.  From the most intuitive among us to the most clueless, objects in the mirror are way more skewed than they appear. I’ve been told on more than one occasion that I’m short.  I still can’t fathom what the hell… Read more Step Away From The Mirror