My sister decided to leave town for a few days.
She planned to rent a hotel room, soak in the sun by the pool and read a book. Or several books. Her workplace was closing for the July 4 holiday and there was nothing else pressing on her agenda, so why not?
You’ve been working the same job for years. It’s OK. It pays the bills. But inside your heart, you really don’t want to be there. Getting to work is an effort.
You feel itchy inside wanting change, but then you think about
I don’t remember where I picked up that phrase, nor who coined it. It’s probably the punchline to a tired old joke.
But I can tell you, it is one handy way to help you recognize your boundaries.
I remember a former co-worker of mine. I’ll call her Mary. She is a loving mother and grandmother. Her son is a pretty good guy, but he married
Last night before I went to bed, I finished Alyson Stanfield’s book, “I’d Rather Be in the Studio: The Artist’s No-excuse Guide to Self-promotion. It’s written for working artists who want to grow, and full disclosure, Alyson and I work together.
It must have lingered in my consciousness as I slept because this is what I wrote in my dream journal this morning: