Empowering Women (and men)

Tip Tuesday is a common theme in Perfectly Posh.  We spend a lot of time helping each other figure out better ways to run our businesses.  Unlike corporate America, where people claw their way to the top, brown nose, vie to get attention and steal the credit whenever they can, Posh pits you only against yourself.  Requirements for advancement are clearly laid out and there’s no glass ceiling, no limit to how many can succeed.  We can all succeed.  Every business owner gauges her own successes, maps out her own path, and competes only against herself.

I like cooperation.  I thrive in a sisterhood of friendship and mutual support.  And in that spirit of support, I decided to offer you my top five tips for being happy at 68.  I consider happiness a bar of success.

#5  Decide to try.  Engagement means exactly the same thing in business and in life as it means in romance.  Put the ring on and commit to your business, to your goals, to what makes you happy.

#4  Decide to smile.  Life’s vexing grievances are better swallowed with a cup of pleasure.  Seriously.  Show some teeth whether you feel like it or not.  I find that the smile ushers in the joy, not the other way around.

#3  Decide to train.  Yup.  Be a life learner.  Pick up new ideas.  Learn a new language.  Study a new topic.  Find a mentor.  In some way, every day, every single day, learn something new.  You’ll be happier sharpening your mind.

#2  Decide to serve others.  Simple, really, just serve people.  Make something easier for someone around you.  If you work with someone, help that person succeed with no sense of self interest, no hope for personal gain.  Just serve someone.

#1  Decide to be consistent.  Daily effort.  Ten minutes or two hours–you decide the amount of effort, but doing something daily to meet your personal goals elevates you in the standings of life.  That consistent effort yields satisfaction, which makes you happy.

Want to work with me?  I’m full of ideas, and I love sharing them with my team!  Go to http://www.madaboutposh.com and click on JOIN.  empower women.JPG

 

Debris

Scraping the debris of life requires concentrated effort.  Sure, I can sail along ignoring issues for a long time, but eventually life looses its fizz and feels flat.  Anxiety mounts. Something feels wrong.  It takes a mental backhoe to dig down to the bedrock of hurts and issues too long ignored.

A daily scrub of introspection eliminates all that.  Yes, just taking time each day to look at my heart and mind circumspectly, leaning against a heavenly measuring stick, keeps my soul squeaky clean.  I like to add some Bible; I’m a huge fan of the Psalms.  The trick lies in finding time.  I am seldom alone, and all these people in and out of the house insist on talking to me!  When the boys were growing up I often hid in the bathroom.  Now that I’m old I pretend I’m napping.  Sometimes it works, but don’t tell them.

I love a scrub in my shower as well.  Posh does scrubs really well.  Eco-beads, bits of loofah, seeds…all kinds of organic action work together to exfoliate and cleanse.  I get those annoying little bumps on my skin–keratosis pilaris if you want the medical term.  A Snarky Bar eliminates them.  Try one.  You’ll thank me later.

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MerMagic…or in other words, lighten up!

mermaid.JPGThe new Posh line tantalizes my senses and my imagination.  Mermaids!  Shimmer and glimmer.  All things cool and bubbly.  Actually, I never wanted to be a mermaid.  After all, I can’t swim.  I know.  I took swim lessons many a summer, but always dropped out when I got sunburned.  I excel at holding onto the side and kicking.

That doesn’t stop me from being a Posh mermaid, though!  A sparkling face wash, a shimmery scrub–wowsers!  Here’s the thing.  We take life too seriously.  We need to lighten up.  Posh keeps me smiling while offering me the best skin care on the market.

Intentionally smile today.  Tell a joke.  Put a grin on a post-it note memo.  Skim right through those Facebook texts screaming about the next scandal, and post instead something that edifies.  The mood in America fluctuates between gloom and volatility, and you never know what will spark the next hullabaloo.

It’s up to you.  It’s up to me.  Intentionally lighten the discourse and the burdens of those around you.  In turn, you’ll feel a lightening in your own soul.  I may be just one person, but I will be one person who lightens my own little corner of the world.  I just happen to do it with style and glimmery Posh.  Want some?  Go to http://www.madaboutposh.com.  mermagic

Show Some Teeth

One of the most charming things about Paris proved to be their language.  I speak none of it.  Well, take that back.  I went knowing bonjour, bonsoir, merci, and thanks to The Little Mermaid, la poisson.  I now know how to ask for the check.  But I never tired of listening to it.

We stayed at a hotel with only  two English television channels, one dedicated to sex and the other to violence.  How do they view us, anyway?!!  We spent a great deal of time offering our own subtitles to French TV.  We were never accurate, but far more entertaining, if I do say so myself.

Yet, despite all the obvious language barriers, we thrived.  We found our way around.  We ordered food, a lot of food.  We enjoyed Paris.  We discovered the universal language of a smile speaks volumes.  These lovely people stopped, helped, and smiled back when presented with a smile.  Countless people, since we were always lost, who were busy running errands or heading to appointments took time to give us directions and help us on our way.  A delightful wait staff proved ever helpful.  We’d heard they didn’t like Americans.  That was not our experience.  What they liked were smiles.  Of course, I gave away a lot of Posh as thank yous.  They always smiled back.

I wonder what life in the good ole’ USA would be like if people smiled more.  Landing in New York, we found subcultures of people who also didn’t speak English.  They also were busy running errands and heading to appointments, but we found them far less friendly.  The national dialogue polarizing us filters into the mindset of a nation thriving on contention.  Like nothing else, a smile brightens a countenance and energizes a relationship.  It’s a universal way to engage others and create a happy space between two people.  I’m thinking we need more smiles.  Definitely.  Show a few teeth today, and see if you can get someone to smile back.

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Show Some Teeth

One of the most charming things about Paris proved to be their language.  I speak none of it.  Well, take that back.  I went knowing bonjour, bonsoir, merci, and thanks to The Little Mermaid, la poisson.  I now know how to ask for the check.  But I never tired of listening to it.

We stayed at a hotel with only  two English television channels, one dedicated to sex and the other to violence.  How do they view us, anyway?!!  We spent a great deal of time offering our own subtitles to French TV.  We were never accurate, but far more entertaining, if I do say so myself.

Yet, despite all the obvious language barriers, we thrived.  We found our way around.  We ordered food, a lot of food.  We enjoyed Paris.  We discovered the universal language of a smile speaks volumes.  These lovely people stopped, helped, and smiled back when presented with a smile.  Countless people, since we were always lost, busy running errands or heading to appointments took time to give us directions and help us on our way.  A delightful wait staff proved ever helpful.  We’d heard they didn’t like Americans.  That was not our experience.  What they liked were smiles.  Of course, I gave away a lot of Posh as thank yous.  They always smiled back.

I wonder what life in the good ole’ USA would be like if people smiled more.  Landing in New York, we found subcultures of people who also didn’t speak English.  They also were busy running errands and heading to appointments, but we found them far less friendly.  The national dialogue polarizing us filters into the mindset of a nation thriving on contention.  Like nothing else, a smile brightens a countenance and energizes a relationship.  It’s a universal way to engage others and create a happy space between two people.  I’m thinking we need more smiles.  Definitely.  Show a few teeth today, and see if you can get someone to smile back.

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The Naked Face

Surface.  The skin’s surface memorializes a remarkable tale of our life’s adventures in laugh lines, worry furrows and a myriad of “imperfections.”  Spending two weeks in Paris, a city where the surface, the presentation is everything, prompted some introspection,

Everything from food to fashion to architecture in Paris is all about presentation.  Grand on a scale beyond measure, the superficial assumes gigantic proportions.  The number of cathedrals and all their grandeur remains masked in looking at the everyday culture.  Yet what I loved most about Paris was all that lay underneath and less noticeable.  Subtle seasonings, marble slabs, triangular street corners and the shape of things.

Life is more about what goes on at the cellular level than what we create as a portrait on the surface.  Keeping it basic and sustaining health, just being real is something I love about Posh.  Skincare is basic.  Cosmetics are surface, illusory, all about presentation.  The building blocks of healthy skin include a good facial cleanser, a mask for detoxing, moisturizer.  I’ve got you covered!  If you wish to consider the anti-aging products, we have them.  But all of Posh is about the naked face.  We believe in wearing good skin, being the healthiest and most vibrant you possible.  Personally, I use our anti-aging products because I love them, but I also love tracing the journey of my life across my face.  It’s okay to be 67.  You can find these amazing products on my site at http://www.madaboutposh.com and click on LOOK NATURAL.

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Three Days at a Time

I love New York.  I know.  It’s big.  It’s noisy.  It’s not always clean.  It’s not just crowded, its sidewalks are jam-packed with people.  Say what you will, I love all those things for three days at a time.

While foreigners probably think of America as one giant New York City, and believe we all live loud lives in a teeming anthill, the truth is much more simple: the rolling hills and plains and gardens that dot our landscape more aptly describe us.  We live simple lives.  We kiss our babies, mow lawns, plant gardens and weed endlessly.  The national pulse rests at a healthy 80 beats per minute.

So why do I love New York City?  It’s alive.  Vitally alive.  It quickens the dead spot in my heart and I feel it beating again.  I needed this time, this space of time, to know my heart will one day heal.  That’s the real gift New York City, with all its disparate parts, has given me.  These noisy, teeming throngs of people are friendly, helpful with directions, proud of their city.  I sat and cooed with a baby bouncing on a proud daddy’s knee.  I carried on a serious (very serious) princess conversation with a 4-year-old on the subway.  (She likes Tangled, but she loves Frozen, not a fan of Moana.  Really?  How is that even possible?)  When I strip away the hyperbole, I find this fantastic array of people and lights and frenetic action are also my America.  And I love it.  Three days at a time.  Goodbye, New York City.  (Bill says “Good riddance!”)  Hello, Paris!

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Grace Notes

What happens when the Sisters get together the day before vacay?  I forget to download boarding passes.  That’s what happens.  Eeek!  A full gate greeted us at the airport, and we held really bad boarding numbers.  Nail biting ensued.  We wanted to sit together.  We each had carry on luggage.  My innate capacity to worry set in with a vengeance.  Yikes!  This could be bad.  Really, really bad.

 

But a Hand has overseen us in the last few weeks, a gracious and loving Hand.  Our ever wise and wonderful #1 son had an experience confirming that Alma’s death was not an accident.  God, the mind and the hand ruling the universe, called him home.  And He anticipated this event long ago.  It was planned.  No detail was left to chance.

 

 

From Alma’s last gift of a puppy to snuggle when my heart felt broken to a free trip to Paris unknowingly booked for a timely month after the fateful demarcation of life before Alma and life after Alma, grace notes continually fall to sweeten these bitter days.  And yes, we got to sit together.  And yes, there was plenty of room in this very full flight to stow our carry on luggage.  These grace notes fail to heal the hole in our hearts, but they do soften the blow.  We actually laughed together on the plane, something we hadn’t done in the last month, and we both sensed Alma was laughing with us at the little joke we made.

So, gentle Brothers - retouchedreaders, take heart.  The loose ends, messy details, inconveniences and sorrows in your lives are not unnoticed by a gracious and loving God.  In the most desperate of times He still engineers your comfort and your sustenance.

My father died about 40 years ago.  My mother died about 30 years ago.  My only sibling died about 15 years ago.  My only family numbers four–Bill and the boys, so family became a very precious commodity for me.  These handsome boys long filled a void in my life, and it seems unreasonable to expect them each to pick up the missing third of my heart…perhaps I need to learn how to let God do that.  More grace notes definitely needed!

Let’s Be Real…Erasing the Ravages of Time

Lots of companies these days peddle miracle cures for time’s relentless parade across our faces.  Forgive me, but I’m not buying it.

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Sun damage plagues me because I grew up in an era when girls smeared themselves with sun tan lotion to prevent burning, and it ended up looking like a fish fry at the pool.  Never a sun worshiper, my fair skin nevertheless endured endless sunburns.

Let’s face it.  Age is a good thing.  Instead of mourning my lost youth, I choose to celebrate life.  Assign new meanings to my wrinkles, cherish the memories of each laugh line.

 

I believe in and sell skin care, because a cleanser, mask, and moisturizer give me a healthy, glowing complexion.  But I don’t believe any of my products–or yours–are going to erase time from the portrait of my face.  And that’s okay.  I am quirky.  I hope I’m wise.  I am old.  I forget things sometimes.  I accept help.

This duo is one I recommend in facial care.  For fighting free radicals, moisturizing and brightening your face, use Never Grow Up morning and night.  Both the serum and cream.  Ha!  I sell it!  You can find it at http://www.madaboutposh.com  Click on COLLECTIONS, LOOK NATURAL.  That pretty much says it all, doesn’t it?

How to Self Care

As women, we take care of our world and all within our reach.  We soothe children’s boo boos and console a spouse’s discouragement.  We fix meals, solve problems, fold towers of laundry, teach Sunday school, serve our communities, and earn money to pay bills.  Um…a question…Who takes care of us?

Self care refills our empty coffers and allows us to continue giving.  As important as vitamins, a healthy diet and exercise, all too often it remains shockingly absent in a busy woman’s life.  We postpone taking care of ourselves because we are too busy, despite the fact that it is easy and inexpensive and essential.  I promise.

But that’s what I do.  Self care is my business.  I remind women: it’s okay to take care of you.  It’s okay to replenish and restore what you so freely give to others.  It is not selfish to take care of yourself…it’s essential.

How do you do that?  Establish tiny routines.  Racing  to town, apply a non-greasy big fat yummy hand cream at a red light and drink in the fragrance.  At bedtime dab on a moisturizer and feel it seeping into your thirsty skin.  Shower with a chunk, the best soap on the planet.  All my products are under $25, and buy five, get one free.  Affordable and necessary.  Feel free to check out my full product lines at http://www.madaboutposh.com and message me with questions.

Small, tiny acts of self care.  I give you permission to take care of yourself.

Hand Savers!