76 Trombones and a Universal Weekend
Yesterday I somehow got the song, “76 Trombones” stuck in my head and now I am going to have to find myself a support group for people who are tortured by Broadway.
Yesterday I somehow got the song, “76 Trombones” stuck in my head and now I am going to have to find myself a support group for people who are tortured by Broadway.
James goes out of town each August and it seems like every time something happens. Last year the A/C went out, the year before that we sprung a leak under the sink. This year, however, takes the cake.
When Mom cleans it is a serious thing. We pulled books off of shelves and dusted, we moved furniture and scrubbed under it.
A couple of years ago when I started getting healthy and traveling so much, I made a commitment to myself to take the stairs whenever I was staying in a hotel. Not sure if this was the best idea!
This week I am at the Young Living International Grand Convention. I’ve got some of my kids with me and we are having a grand time!
Right now I’m sitting in the Dallas airport trying to figure out a way to sum up the past few days. I would normally do that on Monday morning, all casual and lounging in my recliner with my kids around me chatting me up.
I sometimes hesitate to answer when someone asks me for advice because of all of my own failures.
It’s a trap…..the idea that only perfect people can offer advice.
Do you go to retreats? It has been a long, long time since I attended any kind of retreat where I wasn’t speaking or working. But this past weekend I got to go to one and let me tell ya…..I was not prepared for the deep introspection and personal conviction.
Before I started working with Young Living I never wanted to do it as a business. Like never, ever, ever! I am not a good salesperson, I don’t keep receipts, I can barely maintain my busy life, what do I need another business for?!
I have been home from Utah for 2 days now and I am still worn out from it all! But it was wonderful!