Boomers Unite! Make Mondays Great Again!

I’m starting a new revolution.  Forget Peace and Love.  Ignore the rude world of politics.  Boomers, join my new movement, which I call Make Mondays Great Again!  Monday is my favorite day of the week.  I know, I know, some of you, with stones in hand, prepare to destroy such heresy here on the spot, but bear with me.

Monday got stigmatized long ago by people who hate their J-O-Bs.  Pure and simple.  Let me list the dazzling facts surrounding Mondays for you proselytes.

  • Mondays symbolize “new beginnings with no mistakes in them,” as Anne-with-an-E stated so poignantly.  I know, she thought she was talking about tomorrows, but I’ve got her covered here.  She meant Mondays.  Truth.  Everyone starts over on Mondays, each allotted an equal chance of weekly greatness.  Gotta’ love it! Vote for Mondays!!
  • The madness of insane weekends disappears on Mondays.  Weekenders, be they hip hop night-life lovers or Sunday go-to-meeting devotees, all end Sunday feeling just a little on the whipped to well done side of the platter.  Gotta’ love Mondays!  Inhale.  Take a deep breath.  Smell the fresh morning dew.  Vote for Mondays!!
  • Mondays begin in third gear.  Everyone stumbles out of bed, reaches for the joe, and tiptoes into the week.  That laid back entry, as opposed to the Tuesday being thrown to the wolves dynamic, just makes me smile.  Gotta’ love Mondays.  Yes, vote for Mondays!!!

So, Boomers, unite!  Spread the word.  Hang posters.  Write editorials.  Let’s Make Mondays Great Again.  If Monday is your Nemesis, think of joining me.  I make Mondays fun!!!

Rosie

Are We Funny, Quirky, or Obsessed?

Isn’t it funny what sticks and what doesn’t?  A little minion at our house absolutely adores Monk.  No day is complete without an episode, or two if at all possible.  It’s a blessing and a curse.  We love that time of day.  Snuggling, laughing together.  And we enjoy our shared jokes, citing Monkisms in the pool, driving to town, doing chores.  Yes, she is obsessed with Monk.

Yet the obsession begins and ends outside the realm of personal tidiness.  Her penmanship?  Not Monkish at all.  Cleaning?  Nope.  Dust bunnies and spider webs never call her name.  Personal hygiene?  Not so much.  We have yet to find a toothbrush she wants to employ.

We each pick and choose where we place our focus, what we adore, what we very conveniently overlook.  I love recipes and meal planning–but I never measure ingredients.  I mean, how important can that be?  I choose what matters to me.  I bet you’re the same way.  Do your little obsessions make you quirky or annoying as all get out?

I believe that quirkiness makes us human, not as a species, but as individuals.  A dog at our house is quirky as all get out too, but while he considers himself human, we rarely inform him otherwise.  No, it makes us human as in flawed, less than perfect, slightly crazy in a good way, as long as we deem our obsessions healthy and productive.

My family thinks I obsess over Posh.  Hmm…I do love Posh.  I am obsessed with the packaging, the quirky product names, its effects on my skin.  It’s also my bread and butter…take that back.  As a side hustle, it serves more as my barbecue sauce.  It seasons and makes our lives richer and more palatable, adding spice to my days.  Is it productive?  Yes, we discovered a little too late this well known fact: You cannot survive on Social Security.  Posh income adds an important contribution to our financial well being. So, yes, I guess I am obsessed with Posh in a good way.  It’s a blessing and a curse.

The New Normal Can Be Fun

Winter eclipsed into summer leaving scorching temperatures in its wake.  In despair we gave up on spring.  We mourned the loss of spring.  Then out of the blue, cooler spring-like weather blew in.  I should be overjoyed.  Yet now I sit on the deck shivering, while indomitable little people insist it’s not too cold to swim, and they must be watched, ergo I shiver.  Mother Nature’s vagaries play havoc with my life, and in the midst of it all, I love watching little people savor every last drop of joy in the process.

Changes large and small now define us.  It used to just be the fluctuating stock market or roiling issues in the Mideast that epitomized our lives in flux.  Not so anymore.  Change itself has become the norm.  Ann Dalton, our Posh guru, recently told us regarding challenges and change in the marketplace, “This is the new normal.  Get used to it.”

When you look at your finances, your place of employment, your bank balance, your portfolio, do you feel secure?  Any individual, be it a CEO or a janitor, exercises a mere dab of control over his or her own income/destiny these days.  A side hustle is one small thing you can control.  Choose something you like, something you’ll enjoy.  Dive in.  Allocate resources of time, energy, a small startup monetary investment…you choose.  Your dime, your future.  You be the change and define yourself.  For example, everyone sells skincare these days, but I market the magic in making it fun.  I chose a logo that looked like fun.  Yeah, I sell fun.  Having fun as I grow old is my new norm.  What’s yours?

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What is the Second Great Mystery?

I often read about serious things.  I do.  I know that theologians refer to the inexplicable nature of God as being The Great Mystery, but the issue of disappearing internet bandwidth ranks right up there in my book!  On the 15th we got a text telling us we had used up our allotment of bandwidth.  Really?  With half a month to go?  Had it vaporized into thin air?  Our habits are deeply ingrained; we hadn’t changed one iota.  Yet suddenly our lives were drastically altered.  We contemplated a Stonehendge existence, and I realized three stark options before me:

  1. We could purchase expensive tokens as a temporary solution.  The helpful lady at customer service gifted us two, which disappeared in less than 24 hours.  Somehow, that didn’t look like a satisfactory option.  How does that even happen?
  2. We could upgrade our plan and restart another 24-month cycle of enslavement to HughesNet.  Ick.
  3. We could camp out at Panera’s when we wanted to use a laptop.  Tasty!

Right now, pencil in hand, I realize how deeply dependent I am.  I run my business on the internet.  We communicate via email on the internet.  I keep recipes on my Pinterest board, which, of course, lives on the internet.

Byte by byte the encroaching and never ending reach of technology poses as a blessing, but its ramifications quickly become a curse when your access disappears or your identity gets hacked.  Our information, minute details of our lives get encrypted into invisible strands that stream away, landing who knows where and handled by nefarious rogues, I’m sure.  Upon reflection, I realize the periphery of my life revolves around internet availability, but the essence of my heart and mind dwell in another dimension.  A solid dimension of hugs and meals and people. The problem is that I spend as many waking hours wrestling with the periphery as I do with what matters most, and see no way of changing that.

I bet you’re wondering how we solved this weighty dilemma.  We immediately ruled out #2.  In six months we will be free to look at another company lined with fine print, but a different cage may feel more attractive to us.  We opted not to change our plan.  At roughly $10 a meal at Panera’s, I figured that three days of internet usage equaled the cost of 10 extra tokens.  I stopped right there and discarded door #3.  Yes, we made someone’s day and bought tokens.  Label me #ensaredbytheunseen.   This second great mystery plagues me.

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For now I sleep comforted, knowing I own 10 tokens of an unknown quantity of internet bandwidth, which means diddly squat in terms I understand.  Actually, I didn’t sleep all that well last night.  The second great mystery eludes me.

What is a Blog?

Blogging.  I am conflicted about the whole concept of blogging.  On the one hand, it seems like the ultimate self-adulation in a world drunk with selfies.  What possible insight does one lonely blogger offer a society stuffed with too much useless information?  Google any topic and you’ll find a plethora of quotes and articles, and probably spend hours sifting through it all.  Adding to the reams of cacophony seems pointless.  On the other hand, the impulse to write burns within me.

I write for myself.  I write for my business, because I love what I do.  I write because words carry innate power within themselves.  Words sear.  Convict.  Touch.  Hurt.  Heal.  They pose as insignificant chicken scratches, but don’t be fooled.

Oh no, my friend.  Words aren’t just mightier than the sword.  They infuse life and motive into the swing of the sword.  Sentient within the universe lies a Being I call God.  He created words and imparted Himself, His essence into words, leaving them open to the heart and mind of the person who uses them, be it a good heart or an evil heart.

I take these words I pen very seriously.  And so should you.  Because once you read them, the voice in your mind forever retains them, truth and untruth.  My friends, I am honored you read my words.  I promise to write strong words, edifying words, words worthy of your time.

 

Wonder Woman

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

 

The Itty-Bitty Things

Ray Kroc, a founder of McDonalds, is credited with the phrase “getting the itty-bitty things right,” and establishing a school for flipping burgers.  It may be urban legend, but I like the concept.  Human nature takes its cue from a constantly degrading universe, and all too often, failure to set goals results in little failures in the things that matter most.  That ability to choose to do better and be better rests as the hallmark of being a human being.

Stated another way, “good enough never has been and never will be good enough.”  Perfectionism is not a trait anyone who knows me would ascribe as one of my personal qualities.  Nevertheless, in some things, I do set lofty goals for myself.

In business, not in housework.  In cooking, not in baking.  In service, not in play.  I believe I can be exceptional in the things that matter most without being consumed by the insane notion that I can be perfect in everything.  Be exceptional in the things that matter most to you.  Set priorities.  Give the things you care about a lion’s share of your attention and effort.  See a difference.

In a past season of my life I worked as an RN.  Professionalism became a byword in our education and training.  It colored my everyday philosophy of life.  I wanted to be a professional mother.  A professional kind of writer.  A professional business owner.  And I plan on never retiring from that!  Getting the itty-bitty things right, from customer service to working with colleagues forms the basis of my business creed. If this resonates with you, join me!  I’d love to work with you!  Yes, I’ll be 69 this year, but I can use that life experience to leverage myself into a better life situation.  So can you.

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The Fabric of Life

It used to be the norm.  Multi-generational families were common, and still are in other countries, especially in Europe.  In America we got away from that dynamic and our culture shifted into rugged independence rather than being inter-connected.  We accepted teenage rebellion as a norm rather than the disease it truly became, a harbinger of separation and distrust.

Along the way we lost something, something really valuable.  Grandparents pass down family history and mores.  They reinforce parental values.  Blending fosters emotional health and purpose for the grandparents, while it creates a cocoon of support for the littles.  My own life was enriched by a grandmother who taught me to knit, by in-laws who taught me frugality, by a mother who taught me perseverance.  Parents scurrying off to work and then trying to keep a household running in the evening can’t squeeze it all in between supper and bedtime.  Turn to grandparents to fill that missing link.

Owning a business is a great way to keep the fabric intact.  Many grandparents babysit, but I suggest turning part of that time into a purposeful, multi-generational endeavor. Littles can help, developing a work ethic as they enjoy time together.  Seniors on fixed incomes benefit from all the perks of a side hustle.  Of course, I sell Posh–but choose something that fuels your passion.  Turn a hobby into income, or join a direct sales network with all the support built into it.  The wide world beckons you.  Beckon a little to be part of your venture!  Everyone wins.  (If you wish to join me, go to http://www.madaboutposh.com and click on JOIN.  I will contact you asap!)

Good Vibes Conquer Fear

I have to admit.  I was sort of creeped out.  SO much water.  I felt it taking the subway to Brookyn to eat at St Anselm’s, just knowing water was pressing in from all sides.  This was a thousand times more.  Looking out the window was easy.  Clouds and more clouds.  But looking at the screen that very clearly showed the plane over nothing but water for as far as the eye could see, well, it creeped me out.

I know.  I’ve been preaching out drinking water, about the positive effects of water in the body, but here’s the thing.  I like it in my product and I like it in my tummy, not floating under me.  And I noticed that the only two flotation devices were situated at the far ends of the plane  Here I was sitting plumb in the middle.  In case of an emergency, both slippery little rafts would be full long before I got to the door.

Here’s the thing about fear.  You control it, not the other way around.  So here I am, writing notes for Leadership Camp, working on my blog, eyes off the screen, ignoring the turbulence.  I find it’s the same all through life.  Taking a risk, starting a business.  You control life, not the other way around.  Feel free to join me.  It’s a thrill a minute around here, 35,000 feet in the air.

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Let Me Be Your Cheerleader

You face challenges that make you feel small.  You fight personal battles and demons no one recognizes.  You struggle to make ends meet.

I know that, because I am like you.  I look into women’s souls each day through their sad or worried or haggard eyes, and these are the words I long to say: ” You are enough.  You are doing spectacular things.  Give yourself credit for how far you’ve come.  It’s okay.”

But these are the words I want to say.  Not the words I always feel free to say.  There is one place where I can say all those words, where I can cheer on other women, celebrate their successes, urge them to conquer their fears…it is in my business.  My business is my platform for blessing other women.

My company of more than 140 women may be the most celebrated women in America, because I have the extraordinary privilege of being their cheerleader.  I love this aspect of my business.  I mean, I love it.  And I’d love to cheer you on as well.  Join me!  Whether you want to purchase skin care products at 20% off, or whether you want a paycheck, it’s the sisterhood of Posh that fuels my passion for my business.  It is truly like no other sisterhood.  Let me celebrate you!  Don’t you need a cheerleader?  Go to http://www.madaboutposh.com and click on JOIN.  I will contact you, help you, and be your advocate, your cheerleader, your mentor.  It would be my privilege.