Back Up Again

You may have noticed I didn’t make a post Saturday. You know what? That’s okay. I’m saying that both for your benefit as well as mine. This is one of those things I need to remember and you need to see in action. You see, 

My Future Self

When going on a trip, even for a short amount of time, I try to clean everything before I go. It is a royal pain in the butt, and I do it anyway. After getting back from whatever the trip was, I stumble in the 

The Next Step

Cleaning, cooking, looking over my notes for Monday’s ICD class. It’s on Kaizen. As I’m moving along with my business, it feels like I’m moving along the strands of a web. Start with stuff, overwhelming amounts of stuff. Move along from there to, where? Time, 

Drastic

Read a post from Seth Godin, which proposes something drastic. Really drastic. His thought is that since starting to use the same machines for both work and play, it’s disturbingly easy to drift from “getting stuff done” mode to “playing for hours online” mode. His 

Flawless

Sick day. More like last night was a sick night, and today was spent focusing on very small things, like my desk. My poor desk catches it coming and going. I am astonished at just how easily I can go from a catalog-shoot-perfect desktop to 

Room to Shrink

If you find yourself looking around at your current place and saying it’s too small, examine the amount of storage you have dedicated to items you haven’t touched in a month, 3 months, 6 months, a year. Do you have anything stored that hasn’t been 

My Monday

It’s odd to work on a Sunday. The world feels much more relaxed and mellow, and you’re able to go in with a very light heart (despite needing an extra cup of coffee). Sunday night comes, and the world starts to speed up and hunker 

I Wanna Be a Cowgirl

March is National Craft Month. There are plenty of times where I come across the remnants of a client’s craft project, started in a burst of enthusiasm only to be stuffed in a box or some random corner once the new project smell has worn 

Missing Out

When I was little, I wanted to be a long haul truck driver. My parents said absolutely not. A few years later, I wanted to be a cab driver. My parents said not on your life. Well, the plan tonight is to watch Big Rig