I woke up Monday morning feeling sad for no apparent reason. That cloud of gloom hung over me all day, and it wasn’t until the following morning that I realized I had “forgotten” the anniversary of my late husband Wayne’s death twelve years ago. After twelve years, my conscious mind barely acknowledges the day anymore, but something deeper doesn’t allow me to forget it.
I was on four days of bereavement leave for my father’s funeral when Wayne’s cancer entered its terminal stage. Still numb from my father’s sudden death, I managed to secure the services of a live-in attendant to help me care for Wayne at home. That Monday I felt that everything was under control and returned to work; but I was at work for only an hour when the attendant phoned me to return home immediately. The trip took 45 minutes in the freeway traffic, and when I arrived, Wayne was dead. He was about the same age I am now, an unfinished life.
The world has changed so much in those twelve years. Wayne died before the O.J. Simpson verdict, 9/11, and the Afghanistan and Iraq wars. Very few people had cell phones then, or had heard of iPods or digital cameras. I have also moved on, so that my life is now at a better place than I ever could have imagined at the time. Reflecting on Wayne’s death reminds me not to take life for granted, or to expect that life-changing events won’t happen again, but to count my blessings and enjoy each day that I am given on this earth.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Clean Sweep: Too Much Stuff, Part 2
One of my first projects after retirement has been to do a clean sweep of my house, that is, to get rid of all the junk and then reorganize everything to be neat and accessible. It is a daunting task.
I spent a couple of days stuffing several garbage bags full of shredded bank statements, paid bills, cancelled checks, and old receipts, all dating back to the late 1990’s. That left enough room in the top drawer of the file cabinet to put away all the papers that were piling up on the coffee table. I could do even more with the file cabinet, but have moved on for now. Shredding is hard work.
I also managed to organize the entertainment center in the living room by trashing piles of old magazines and cassette tapes. I haven’t played any of the cassettes in years, and considering that I now have a large library of CDs and an iPod, I never will. The cassettes took up a lot of needed space and will not be missed. The magazines were a little more difficult to part with, however. I often hold onto a magazine if I particularly liked an article or photo in that issue. But then, I never go back and look at it again, and the “favorite” issues continue to pile up over the years. I now have room for more books because the magazines are gone.
The mystery junk in the bedroom was the next to go. Mystery junk is all that stuff you didn’t know what to do with when you got it, but couldn’t quite bring yourself to throw away at the time. It also includes stuff that was useful once upon a time, but you can’t figure out why you still keep it around now. I had mystery junk in boxes on top of the dresser, as well as in one dresser drawer. It’s not too difficult to identify mystery junk, and even less difficult to part with it. My dresser top looks amazingly neat now. Even my husband managed to part with some of his mystery junk when one of his dresser drawers got so full that a piece of junk fell out the back, lodged into the runners, and caused the drawer to become stuck. After forcing the drawer open, he filled a trash bag full of mystery junk. The drawer now opens easily and he admits that it felt good to get rid of the stuff.
Finally, as a symbol of my departure from the corporate world, I gathered up all of the award certificates, pins, company publications, plaques, manuals, personnel files, and commemorative toys that seemed to be everywhere in the house and packed them away in a special box that now sits in the storage shed, a large chunk of my life now neatly packed away and part of “the Past.”
The clean sweep isn’t finished yet, but it’s on hold. I need a long break before tacking that kitchen. . . .
I spent a couple of days stuffing several garbage bags full of shredded bank statements, paid bills, cancelled checks, and old receipts, all dating back to the late 1990’s. That left enough room in the top drawer of the file cabinet to put away all the papers that were piling up on the coffee table. I could do even more with the file cabinet, but have moved on for now. Shredding is hard work.
I also managed to organize the entertainment center in the living room by trashing piles of old magazines and cassette tapes. I haven’t played any of the cassettes in years, and considering that I now have a large library of CDs and an iPod, I never will. The cassettes took up a lot of needed space and will not be missed. The magazines were a little more difficult to part with, however. I often hold onto a magazine if I particularly liked an article or photo in that issue. But then, I never go back and look at it again, and the “favorite” issues continue to pile up over the years. I now have room for more books because the magazines are gone.
The mystery junk in the bedroom was the next to go. Mystery junk is all that stuff you didn’t know what to do with when you got it, but couldn’t quite bring yourself to throw away at the time. It also includes stuff that was useful once upon a time, but you can’t figure out why you still keep it around now. I had mystery junk in boxes on top of the dresser, as well as in one dresser drawer. It’s not too difficult to identify mystery junk, and even less difficult to part with it. My dresser top looks amazingly neat now. Even my husband managed to part with some of his mystery junk when one of his dresser drawers got so full that a piece of junk fell out the back, lodged into the runners, and caused the drawer to become stuck. After forcing the drawer open, he filled a trash bag full of mystery junk. The drawer now opens easily and he admits that it felt good to get rid of the stuff.
Finally, as a symbol of my departure from the corporate world, I gathered up all of the award certificates, pins, company publications, plaques, manuals, personnel files, and commemorative toys that seemed to be everywhere in the house and packed them away in a special box that now sits in the storage shed, a large chunk of my life now neatly packed away and part of “the Past.”
The clean sweep isn’t finished yet, but it’s on hold. I need a long break before tacking that kitchen. . . .
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Too Much Stuff
In a world where so many people don’t have the basics for survival, we in this country are drowning in too much: too much information; too much food; too many things; too much waste. We can hardly keep up with the tidal wave of information we’re bombarded with on television, newspapers, the internet, email, and junk mail stuffed into our mailboxes. We go to a restaurant and are served a heaping platter of food that could feed a third world family for a week. Whole industries have been built around helping us organize and store all of the things we’re accumulating. And many of us constantly struggle with how to get rid of all the stuff we no longer need that seems to spill out of every drawer, box, and cupboard.
There are two types of people: those who love accumulating stuff and those who want to get rid of it. Being the second type, I spent several years clearing all of the junk out of my small house and garage, only to acquire a new husband of the first type. He brought with him carloads of stuff that we had to figure out what to do with. We ended up buying several new pieces of furniture to contain his clothing (over 100 logo T-shirts and Hawaiian shirts) and his collections of American Indian and farm artifacts, crystal, ceramic and resin figurines of all sorts, model cars and airplanes, souvenir magnets and drinking glasses, framed family photographs, lamps, plaques, clocks. At Christmas time, we also must make room for an extensive (and growing) display of holiday decorations stored in the garage. It has become my challenge to keep finding things to get rid of in order to make room for any new stuff he comes home with.
I suppose I could claim the higher moral ground by declaring that I place less importance on material things. But in reality, I can’t. My husband’s prized possessions are valued because they remind him of beloved people in his life, special events, places, and precious memories. I tend instead to rely on journals and photo albums to tell the story of my own life, with only a few special objects to supplement the memories. We all have our own ways of remembering our lives and telling our stories.
There are two types of people: those who love accumulating stuff and those who want to get rid of it. Being the second type, I spent several years clearing all of the junk out of my small house and garage, only to acquire a new husband of the first type. He brought with him carloads of stuff that we had to figure out what to do with. We ended up buying several new pieces of furniture to contain his clothing (over 100 logo T-shirts and Hawaiian shirts) and his collections of American Indian and farm artifacts, crystal, ceramic and resin figurines of all sorts, model cars and airplanes, souvenir magnets and drinking glasses, framed family photographs, lamps, plaques, clocks. At Christmas time, we also must make room for an extensive (and growing) display of holiday decorations stored in the garage. It has become my challenge to keep finding things to get rid of in order to make room for any new stuff he comes home with.
I suppose I could claim the higher moral ground by declaring that I place less importance on material things. But in reality, I can’t. My husband’s prized possessions are valued because they remind him of beloved people in his life, special events, places, and precious memories. I tend instead to rely on journals and photo albums to tell the story of my own life, with only a few special objects to supplement the memories. We all have our own ways of remembering our lives and telling our stories.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Getting Younger
Now that I’ve retired, I plan to get younger. If you haven’t been to http://www.realage.com/ and taken their test, try it! By answering a series of questions about your lifestyle and family history, you can see whether you are younger or older than your chronological age, and then get a personalized report on how to become “younger.” My score was good: nine years less than my actual age. Still, I just didn’t have as much energy or feel as good as I once did. Now I have time to do something about it, and have done three simple things: sleep, eat well, and sweat more.
I never used to get enough sleep. When I tried to go to bed early, I couldn’t fall asleep, but later bed times meant too few hours before the alarm. It took me a couple of weeks to finally start sleeping well, and it does make a difference, both mentally and physically.
As far as diet, the biggest change has been cutting back on sweets and white carbs, as well as eating more fruits, vegetables and lean protein. Fewer restaurant meals and more time to cook at home is one reason, but less stress eating, no more temptation to indulge in mindless office snacking, and easier access to a greater variety of healthy choices also makes things easier.
Finally, I am exercising more. I always walked during my lunch break at work, which led many people to assume I was an exercise fanatic. But I was really doing little else to keep in shape. My first visit to the gym was a shocker: my stamina, strength, and flexibility were all worse than I thought they would be, and I am now systematically working on all three.
Of course, you don’t have to be retired to do all of these things! In addition to checking out the Real Age website, another good resource is their book, You – The Owner’s Manual, by Michael F. Roizen and Mehmet C. Oz, full of good tips on how to get younger!
I never used to get enough sleep. When I tried to go to bed early, I couldn’t fall asleep, but later bed times meant too few hours before the alarm. It took me a couple of weeks to finally start sleeping well, and it does make a difference, both mentally and physically.
As far as diet, the biggest change has been cutting back on sweets and white carbs, as well as eating more fruits, vegetables and lean protein. Fewer restaurant meals and more time to cook at home is one reason, but less stress eating, no more temptation to indulge in mindless office snacking, and easier access to a greater variety of healthy choices also makes things easier.
Finally, I am exercising more. I always walked during my lunch break at work, which led many people to assume I was an exercise fanatic. But I was really doing little else to keep in shape. My first visit to the gym was a shocker: my stamina, strength, and flexibility were all worse than I thought they would be, and I am now systematically working on all three.
Of course, you don’t have to be retired to do all of these things! In addition to checking out the Real Age website, another good resource is their book, You – The Owner’s Manual, by Michael F. Roizen and Mehmet C. Oz, full of good tips on how to get younger!
Monday, May 7, 2007
On Swing Dancing and Flying Fish
One of the saddest things about becoming mature, responsible adults is that we seem to lose the ability to have fun along the way. It’s not easy to be spontaneous and play and laugh while dealing with all the pressures of a job and family and paying the bills, but we need fun to make life bearable and to get through the stressful times.
I took up swing dancing about a year after the deaths of two close family members. It was a great release, and for the first time in years, I experienced pure, exhilarating fun, the kind of fun I once felt as a child flying through the air on a playground swing. After awhile, though, as I took more and more lessons to improve my technique and style, performance anxiety set in and the pressure to be a better dancer grew. I started taking swing dancing seriously, and in doing so introduced stress into what had once been a purely fun activity.
Part of re-learning to have fun, I think, is making an effort to NOT take things too seriously. My former work group had a unique way of doing this: they strung large, colorful, stuffed fish from the ceilings above their desks and accessorized them according to the seasons. The sheer ridiculousness of the fish helped them to laugh at themselves and became a creative outlet and bonding mechanism for the group. Unfortunately, when the group came under new management, the fish were banished from sight. They were seen as “unprofessional.” Although the flying fish did not hinder productivity in any way, the message from management was clear: fun and work do not mix. Our adult egos tend to view anything fun with suspicion or guilt. The fish were neither threatening nor subversive. They were merely silly. But as sometimes happens, the trivial takes on a deeper importance when taken away.
It often seems that when life is toughest, the reaction is to ban all fun and get serious. Maybe it’s time to re-think that natural reaction and look for ways to lighten up when the going gets rough.
I took up swing dancing about a year after the deaths of two close family members. It was a great release, and for the first time in years, I experienced pure, exhilarating fun, the kind of fun I once felt as a child flying through the air on a playground swing. After awhile, though, as I took more and more lessons to improve my technique and style, performance anxiety set in and the pressure to be a better dancer grew. I started taking swing dancing seriously, and in doing so introduced stress into what had once been a purely fun activity.
Part of re-learning to have fun, I think, is making an effort to NOT take things too seriously. My former work group had a unique way of doing this: they strung large, colorful, stuffed fish from the ceilings above their desks and accessorized them according to the seasons. The sheer ridiculousness of the fish helped them to laugh at themselves and became a creative outlet and bonding mechanism for the group. Unfortunately, when the group came under new management, the fish were banished from sight. They were seen as “unprofessional.” Although the flying fish did not hinder productivity in any way, the message from management was clear: fun and work do not mix. Our adult egos tend to view anything fun with suspicion or guilt. The fish were neither threatening nor subversive. They were merely silly. But as sometimes happens, the trivial takes on a deeper importance when taken away.
It often seems that when life is toughest, the reaction is to ban all fun and get serious. Maybe it’s time to re-think that natural reaction and look for ways to lighten up when the going gets rough.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
A Final Word About Work
You hear a lot about how the coming wave of baby-boomer retirements is going to swamp the Social Security and Medicare systems. I’ve even read some articles on how the government and businesses need to encourage us to continue working longer, in order to keep the economy and the national budget healthy, as well as to stave off an impending brain drain and labor shortage in the business world. Encourage us how?
As far as I’m concerned, the way to encourage people to keep working is to make them love their jobs, and give them enough flexibility to have a fulfilling, healthy life outside of work. However, the trend in business seems to be just the opposite: more mergers that produce gigantic conglomerates where people feel like numbers; “streamlining” initiatives designed to squeeze more productivity out of fewer employees; the constant threat of being downsized, outsourced, re-engineered. Even the wonders of modern technology, the cell phones, pagers, blackberries and laptops are often used not to make work easier, but to make it harder to escape from it, even at home. Few companies have programs to retain retirement-aged workers or any workers, for that matter.
Of course, we all know that companies are in business to make money; we’ve heard it often enough. Their primary purpose is not to have happy employees and not to help the federal government bail out Social Security and Medicare. Ultimately they are going to do what they must to remain profitable, we are going to do what we must to live fulfilled and happy lives, and the two don’t always coincide.
Perhaps the way to help our country’s economy without working into the grave is by keeping healthy and volunteering our time in ways that will give back to society. One of the staggering opportunities of having free time in retirement is the chance to do meaningful work for no pay at all. I know that many employed people are dedicated community volunteers, but many are also like I was, too caught up in the insular world of the corporation to look beyond at the greater world. I scan the web and find almost too many opportunities to get involved in something that has meaning. It may take me awhile to find the perfect fit – but that will be my next big project.
As far as I’m concerned, the way to encourage people to keep working is to make them love their jobs, and give them enough flexibility to have a fulfilling, healthy life outside of work. However, the trend in business seems to be just the opposite: more mergers that produce gigantic conglomerates where people feel like numbers; “streamlining” initiatives designed to squeeze more productivity out of fewer employees; the constant threat of being downsized, outsourced, re-engineered. Even the wonders of modern technology, the cell phones, pagers, blackberries and laptops are often used not to make work easier, but to make it harder to escape from it, even at home. Few companies have programs to retain retirement-aged workers or any workers, for that matter.
Of course, we all know that companies are in business to make money; we’ve heard it often enough. Their primary purpose is not to have happy employees and not to help the federal government bail out Social Security and Medicare. Ultimately they are going to do what they must to remain profitable, we are going to do what we must to live fulfilled and happy lives, and the two don’t always coincide.
Perhaps the way to help our country’s economy without working into the grave is by keeping healthy and volunteering our time in ways that will give back to society. One of the staggering opportunities of having free time in retirement is the chance to do meaningful work for no pay at all. I know that many employed people are dedicated community volunteers, but many are also like I was, too caught up in the insular world of the corporation to look beyond at the greater world. I scan the web and find almost too many opportunities to get involved in something that has meaning. It may take me awhile to find the perfect fit – but that will be my next big project.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
My Town - Then and Now
I still live in the town where I grew up, only a few blocks from the house where I was raised and where my parents lived for over 40 years. It’s really not the same town as it was then, however. Things change.
My first day at the elementary school, I walked home. I remember that walk home clearly because I got lost. Although it was only two short blocks, straight ahead, to my house, I thought it was only supposed to be one block, and when I walked one block and didn’t recognize the house, I panicked and went in the opposite direction. But I managed to get home okay. I was six or seven years old. Flash forward to 2007. Our neighbor’s child goes to the same school, but now the school requires a parent pick up each child after school; no child is allowed to walk home unaccompanied. If someone other than a parent picks them up, that person must be registered with the school ahead of time. When I was a child, I remember being taught not to accept rides or candy from strangers, but I don’t think anything ever happened to warrant the level of caution that we see in schools today.
Something else was different: none of my friends’ mothers and none of the mothers on my block had jobs outside of the home. Only a couple of them had their own cars. When I came home from school, my mom was either at home or visiting with one of the neighbors, all of whom we knew. At the time, though, it was still possible to buy a home in a decent, if not fancy, neighborhood on only one income. (I think my parents bought their house for less than I paid for my Toyota!) That has changed gradually over the years, and by the time my mother sold the house around 1997, the neighborhood had changed and seemed much less close-knit, with very few of the old neighbors still there. That house has been re-sold at least three times since; the last time it was listed for $599,000. If I had a spare $599,000, I’m not sure I’d buy it, though. It wouldn’t be the same. You really can’t go home again.
My first day at the elementary school, I walked home. I remember that walk home clearly because I got lost. Although it was only two short blocks, straight ahead, to my house, I thought it was only supposed to be one block, and when I walked one block and didn’t recognize the house, I panicked and went in the opposite direction. But I managed to get home okay. I was six or seven years old. Flash forward to 2007. Our neighbor’s child goes to the same school, but now the school requires a parent pick up each child after school; no child is allowed to walk home unaccompanied. If someone other than a parent picks them up, that person must be registered with the school ahead of time. When I was a child, I remember being taught not to accept rides or candy from strangers, but I don’t think anything ever happened to warrant the level of caution that we see in schools today.
Something else was different: none of my friends’ mothers and none of the mothers on my block had jobs outside of the home. Only a couple of them had their own cars. When I came home from school, my mom was either at home or visiting with one of the neighbors, all of whom we knew. At the time, though, it was still possible to buy a home in a decent, if not fancy, neighborhood on only one income. (I think my parents bought their house for less than I paid for my Toyota!) That has changed gradually over the years, and by the time my mother sold the house around 1997, the neighborhood had changed and seemed much less close-knit, with very few of the old neighbors still there. That house has been re-sold at least three times since; the last time it was listed for $599,000. If I had a spare $599,000, I’m not sure I’d buy it, though. It wouldn’t be the same. You really can’t go home again.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
The Endless Weekend
If you’re not sure what it would be like to retire, think about your typical weekend. If you spend every week-end doing a hobby, sport, or activity that you’re passionate about, that’s what you’ll probably end up doing more of when you retire. And if, like me, you attack the weekend with a long list of appointments and errands to run, things to get done around the house, as well as fun things you want to do, then go back to work with a heavy heart because the list didn’t get done, well, you probably won’t be bored when you retire but, like me, will wonder at the end of each day why you didn’t manage to get in your exercise and why the bathroom still isn’t cleaned. The only difference is, you won’t have to wait until next weekend to continue with the list. Every day is the weekend. There’s a certain feeling of peace in knowing that you really don’t have to finish it all in two days, that there’s always tomorrow. Eventually, you might even come to the realization that you really can take a whole day to work on your scrapbook or go to the beach or museum or zoo, or write in your journal or read a good book. Yes, it’s nice. But there’s also the danger of lethargy setting in from the lack of urgency. After about a week of it, I started to worry: Am I going to lose my edge and turn into a lazy slob? After having a job all of my adult life, it is a little hard to let go. The lack of structure is both wonderful and uncomfortable. I don’t miss the job I left as much as the idea of having a job.
Some people say that they would like to retire so they can travel more. I will no doubt do a little traveling now that I’m retired, but probably no more than I would have done if I were still working. If you want to travel, don’t wait until you retire. I say, do it now. When you’re working, you have the money for vacations and you have a whole bunch of people to show your vacation pictures to when you get back. Plus, you need to get away from the job and de-stress, don’t you? I don’t know how many sad stories I’ve heard about people who wanted to wait until retirement to take their dream vacations and then had some tragedy, an illness or the death of a spouse, strike soon after retirement. Whatever it is you dream of doing, don’t delay. Do it now, and retire with wonderful memories instead of regrets.
Some people say that they would like to retire so they can travel more. I will no doubt do a little traveling now that I’m retired, but probably no more than I would have done if I were still working. If you want to travel, don’t wait until you retire. I say, do it now. When you’re working, you have the money for vacations and you have a whole bunch of people to show your vacation pictures to when you get back. Plus, you need to get away from the job and de-stress, don’t you? I don’t know how many sad stories I’ve heard about people who wanted to wait until retirement to take their dream vacations and then had some tragedy, an illness or the death of a spouse, strike soon after retirement. Whatever it is you dream of doing, don’t delay. Do it now, and retire with wonderful memories instead of regrets.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
What Does Work Mean
My first job at the age of 17 was a great source of pride. It gave me a feeling of independence and a taste of what the real world outside of school was like. In addition, I learned about Italian meats and cheeses and how to make great deli sandwiches, knowledge that I still retain today. I job-hopped frequently over the next several years, sometimes for the flimsiest of reasons; but every job, no matter how short my stay, taught me something useful: from wrapping beautiful gifts, to checking income tax forms, to calculating payroll checks, to learning to use a computer.
Looking back, I think I changed jobs a lot because I was curious what it would be like to work for different types of companies. It was a way to keep from getting bored once the job became too easy and routine. Still, I always worked and always loved the idea of having a job, if not always the work itself. I enjoyed getting dressed up, getting in my car, and having some place to go every day. My jobs gave me both self-esteem and a community. The people I worked with were often the only friends I had, outside of my family. For most of my working life, the idea of retiring early would have seemed ridiculous because my job, whatever job I had at the time, was my life.
In a wonderful 1974 book called Working, author Studs Terkel interviewed people from different walks of life about their jobs and how they felt about the work they did every day. Clearly, most people consider their jobs a big part of their identity and have a lot of physical and emotional energy invested there, for better or for worse. I, too, believed that I would someday find an ideal job that I couldn’t quite define, though no job seemed to fit the bill. Somewhere along the line, I wound up at a large corporation, acquired a house with a mortgage that had to be paid, and remained with the company for the next 27 years, some of which were relatively happy and some of which were not. Gradually, working became less of a great adventure and more of a chore to be endured as a means to an end.
So what does work mean? At its most basic, we trade our time to perform a service that the employer requires in exchange for a paycheck and, hopefully, benefits to secure our future. At its most ideal, we give our whole selves, our convictions, our talents, our personalities, in exchange for the opportunity to do something we love. Most employers would say they want employees who embody the latter. But do they do anything to earn it? That is the subject of another post.
Looking back, I think I changed jobs a lot because I was curious what it would be like to work for different types of companies. It was a way to keep from getting bored once the job became too easy and routine. Still, I always worked and always loved the idea of having a job, if not always the work itself. I enjoyed getting dressed up, getting in my car, and having some place to go every day. My jobs gave me both self-esteem and a community. The people I worked with were often the only friends I had, outside of my family. For most of my working life, the idea of retiring early would have seemed ridiculous because my job, whatever job I had at the time, was my life.
In a wonderful 1974 book called Working, author Studs Terkel interviewed people from different walks of life about their jobs and how they felt about the work they did every day. Clearly, most people consider their jobs a big part of their identity and have a lot of physical and emotional energy invested there, for better or for worse. I, too, believed that I would someday find an ideal job that I couldn’t quite define, though no job seemed to fit the bill. Somewhere along the line, I wound up at a large corporation, acquired a house with a mortgage that had to be paid, and remained with the company for the next 27 years, some of which were relatively happy and some of which were not. Gradually, working became less of a great adventure and more of a chore to be endured as a means to an end.
So what does work mean? At its most basic, we trade our time to perform a service that the employer requires in exchange for a paycheck and, hopefully, benefits to secure our future. At its most ideal, we give our whole selves, our convictions, our talents, our personalities, in exchange for the opportunity to do something we love. Most employers would say they want employees who embody the latter. But do they do anything to earn it? That is the subject of another post.
Things That Matter
This blog is about things that matter to me and, I’m willing to bet, to you too, things like work, relationships, health, security, and the strange, twisting journey that we all take through life. It is my way of sharing a little bit of what I’ve learned over the last half century with my friends and family, with the hope that some of you will be moved to take part in the discussions offered up. Here’s a preview of some ideas I’m working on for future posts:
Money vs things
The average worker vs. corporate America today
Too Much Multi-tasking/Over-scheduling
Staying fit, eating healthy
The health insurance crisis
What are the things that matter to you? Please share your ideas. If you come up with a topic that I know little about, I may even have you write a post and be my Guest Blogger!
Money vs things
The average worker vs. corporate America today
Too Much Multi-tasking/Over-scheduling
Staying fit, eating healthy
The health insurance crisis
What are the things that matter to you? Please share your ideas. If you come up with a topic that I know little about, I may even have you write a post and be my Guest Blogger!
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