Did you know that our property is supposed to revert to the state after our death? Our Founding Fathers deliberately designed property to be “on loan” in order to prevent a royal class, or a class of the ultra-wealthy. Imagine how different we might live our lives if we considered ownership temporary.
In my corporate career, centered in science and industry, I learned what gets measured, gets attention. Measurement is the first step towards improvement. Thus we pay attention to Gross National Product (GNP), National Debt, Unemployment Rates, etc. In other words, measurements of national economic prosperity.
Manufacturers measure things like cycle time, re-work, defect rate, variability, and so on. These are measurements of efficiency and effectiveness.
In our careers, we measure income and percent pay increase, and ratings on our performance reviews. We measure our success.
On a personal level, we keep track of our HDL/LDL, our BMI, our Blood Pressure, our weight, our dress size, and the hairs left on our brush each morning. This is how we measure our health and beauty.
What if we took the approach of the Tibetan country of Bhutan?
Gloria Feldt’s most recent book, No Excuses, haunts me. It is beautifully crafted and written. Her call to political action is compelling. After all, as Stephanie McNulty points out in The Philadelphia Inquirer,
women are finally gaining a foothold on political power through the Americas-except in one nation…the United States.
Ms. Feldt, Gloria, wants to change that. I had an opportunity to sit down and listen to her vision, and her call to live a life with intention.
Gloria learned at an early age what it felt like to be an outsider. The only Jewish family in small-town Texas, she also learned a respect for
On a chilly spring morning, my sweetheart, G-Money, and I meet in the city to have lunch.
I am already in Chicago for my final class of the winter term. I coaxed G-Money to join me for lunch. I took the Metra, where I found this silly sign. The idea that stolen purses are on the prowl and lurking in Chicago still tickles me.
“A penny for your thoughts.” What if we donated a penny for each Tweet or Facebook post we put out there? Let’s ask people for a penny in exchange for their thoughts on a topic; politics, the Gulf oil spill, Afghanistan. Think of the money we could raise. Just think of the good you could do. We could provide books to every child. We could feed the hungry. Amy Ferris leaves
“I salute you,” said Barb, squeezing my elbow and pointing to my ruby-red stilettos. “I love those shoes.”
“Oh, I do love these shoes,” I replied. “But my feet have changed. I’m all flop-footed. This might be the last time I wear them.”
I love my Sassy Shoes also know as Come-Get-Me Shoes (CMG Shoes.) I have several pair: black, red, velvet brown, and a glittery golden faux snake-skin. When I wear my CGM Shoes, I feel sexy and fashionable. Until recently. My heels slip, and the shoes clomp to the floor in a most uncharming way. Last winter, to my embarrassment, a Good Samaritan grabbed me by the elbow and said, “Here, let me help you.”
“I know, I have the same problem,” said Barb. She demonstrated her own