Last night for the first time in three months I got eight hours of uninterrupted sleep with fluffy dreams of cotton candy and clouds, rather than people from outer space who speak a language I cannot understand.
There is a trend I see brewing in the business world which has become irritating, if not downright confusing. As an editor for the past few months I had an opportunity to nip this annoying habit in the bud, but I failed miserably. Like a tick, acronyms seem to have burrowed in and won’t budge without more radical action than I could provide.
It has taken me three-quarters of a lifetime to learn the secret of how to stop worrying.
It is so simple I’m embarrassed to share this information.The absolute easiest and quickest cure for worry is to have a project you can engage in to the exclusion of all else going on in your life or the world. It must be something that consumes you, something that makes your heart sing..
I’ve learned two wonderful things over the past few years. 1) My gang of Baby Boomers has suddenly grown too old to die young – whew, what a relief. But 2) more important, we’ve found one is never too old to be young at heart – or so someone said – and we decided to test the hypothesis. (This photo is special because it has two of our “mamas” who left us much too early – Mrs. Higgins and Mrs. Hooker who are seated at left. They could always hang with us despite being a generation ahead of us.)