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It’s not a coincidence that I started blogging right when I started working with a business coach who told me to blog.
She told me to stop overthinking what I was going to write about and just start writing. Well...I sort of took a Forrest Gump approach to that and wrote more than was strictly necessary. But unlike Forrest, who just started running because he felt like it, I wrote because she told me to, and I trusted her.
Read MoreAtlanta has roughly a bazillion public and private pools. I’m a kid who grew up on the beach, so it was a whole different world that I did not encounter until I was an adult.
And one of the things I learned early on in my membership at Piedmont Park Aquatic Center is the existence and purpose of adult swim (not to be confused with the cable network by that name, also based in Atlanta).
You may believe, as I did, that adult swim is an opportunity for the grownups to enjoy the pool without all of those pesky kids getting in the way.
Read MoreWhen I first started working with small business owners, I was a little intimidated.
I had been a music major in college, after all, and I’d spent the larger part of my career working with kids. I wasn’t sure how valuable my contributions would really be.
Well, imagine my delight when I discovered that the needs of adults aren’t actually that different from the needs of twelve-year-olds. The fart jokes are fewer and farther between, more’s the pity. But what we require to stay on track, feel good, and succeed is pretty much the same no matter how old we are.
Read MoreExperts I’ve talked to have delicately suggested that I stop sharing new articles here every day.
“You could write just a few that are targeted to the exact problem you solve for your prospective customer,” they say. “And then you can link to those on social media.”
Yes, that is a very tidy way to do business. But that’s not what this blog is for.
Read MoreYears ago, my sister tricked her kids into eating broccoli by passionately pleading, “Please don’t eat my trees!”
They gleefully stuffed vegetables into their mouths while she wailed, “Noooo! Where will all the birds live?”
At a family dinner recently, I tried this on another nephew, age three, who was reluctant to continue his meal when there were so many other interesting things to do. I’m pleased to report that it worked instantly and repeatedly. He got that look on his face like, “Oh, we’re playing a game here,” and joined me in the improv comedy, eating all the food on his plate.
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