I'm a crack expert!

It seems as if I have spent a good deal of time lately dealing with cracks!   Cracks in relationships, cracks in organizations, cracks in communication, and cracks in the roads!


It’s spring in Minnesota and as the snow and ice slowly melts off the highways, we begin to see the cracks in the pavement. During my travels this week, I saw that even the newer roads were beginning to show cracks. As I looked closer, I began to notice that the cracks usually begin where the strips of asphalt come together – the seam. That is exactly what happens in my work!

When people need to come together to produce results, there is a chance that a crack will form.  Oftentimes there are ‘things’ that keep the parties from really being joined together. It might be personality, communication style, values, experience, or any one of a dozen other things that can put a wedge between people rather than helping them stick together.


I feel as if I might be a crack expert! I worked for the highway department in college and spent many hours fixing cracks in the pavement and filling potholes. As an organization development consultant and coach, I have spent many hours helping to fix cracks in teams, organizations, and even fractured egos!   All of these hours have taught me a few things about cracks and potholes that I believe can be applied to humans!

  • Pay attention to where responsibilities, ideas, personalities come together.  That joint/ juncture/seam needs to be strong.

  • Put in extra work to create a strong bond between the parts. Just because they are next to each other doesn’t mean they are tight.

  • Be aware that the swing in temperatures is extra hard on those junctures. The atmosphere can have extreme heat and extreme cold.

  • Notice the traffic! The more people that travel across that joint, the greater the pressure on the joint and the more likely that it will begin to pull apart.

  • As soon as you notice any change in the relationship of the two parts, fix it.  Once the crack starts, it is more susceptible to external forces creating more damage.

  • At some point, the crack can’t be fixed. The only solution is to dig down below the surface, haul away all the junk and build a new road from the foundation up.

So, where are there cracks in your life that you drive past daily and just hope they will not get any worse?  It might not be too late to bring the parts together if you get out of your car and take a closer look. On the other hand, where are there cracks that no amount of “patching” is going to help and it’s time to take a different road?  Sometimes we just need to explore a different path - a trip down a one lane trail can provide a nice reprise.

Was I giving the best I had, or just my leftovers?


The hard truth slapped me across the face like windchill on a cold winter day. Instead of feeling good about my attempts to serve and help others, I felt pretty lame. I’m not going to lie – it stung!

Yet, that cold slap in the face has awakened me to reality as well as what is possible, and so I am grateful for the truth. I am going to lay out my imperfections here and ask that you not judge me, but that you learn from my experience.

I was raised in a family and in a faith that emphasizes serving one another. The Good Samaritan was a hero at my house. My Dad picked up hitchhikers. He gave rides to people who had run out of gas on the side of the road or drove them to the nearest gas station to get their tire fixed. My mom volunteered to clean someone’s house when they were sick. We were always having people to our house for dinner who struggled to put food on their own table. If there was an event at church, my family volunteered to set up or clean up.  We shoveled the neighbors’ driveways. We gave rides. You get the picture. Service was as much a part of my life as was eating and showering. It’s just what we did.

As an adult, my life has gotten busier and busier. I own a business. I travel. My husband has a time-consuming job. He has an aging mother that he spends time with. We have dogs that need to be exercised. We have church responsibilities that take a good deal of time. We own a house and there is always something that needs to be cleaned or fixed or taken care of when you own a house. Do you see? My life is now really busy and time for serving seems to be less prevalent than when I was younger.

As a person who wants to do the right thing though, I have tried to find ways to serve. There is always someone that can use help. Help can take on different forms, and I have found myself helping in the least disruptive ways.


When volunteers were laying a new floor at the fitness center where I teach, I volunteered to buy and deliver pizzas for lunch on Saturday. That’s nice, right? It saved them money and time and kept them fed. I looked like a hero, but really? It was just money and 20 minutes I didn’t bother to rearrange my schedule so that I could help lay the floor.   

When my grown kids needed to a break from being parents, I bought them gift certificates for movies and dinner and even paid for a sitter. Nice thing to do, right? Again, it was the easy way out because it only cost money. I didn’t cancel something in my life so that I could spend a few hours with my grandchildren.

When a friend’s mother passed away and they needed help with the funeral luncheon, I made dozens and dozens of cookies. Helpful, right? It was, except I didn’t volunteer to spend time with other women preparing food at the church or serving lunch to the family, instead I baked in the comforts of my own home far away from the people that were grieving and having a need to be served.

Are you clearly seeing the picture I am painting here? On the surface, it appears that I have been doing the right thing. Granted, I have been helping, but as I take a closer look, I notice that I have been taking the easy way out. If there is a convenient way to help another that doesn’t really interrupt my life then I  do my part. But, if it requires sacrifice, then I haven’t been signing up for that gig. Bottom line – I am very good at serving when it’s convenient. That’s not bad, but it certainly isn’t my best.


Last week at church, we had a lesson on selfless service and the following analogy is what grabbed my attention BECAUSE IT IS ME! Our teacher asked if we had ever been asked to donate to a food shelf and in filling up our grocery sack we opened our cupboards and looked for the green beans that were about to expire or the can of Spaghetti-Os that we didn’t like anyway or the generic brand of marshmallows that we found didn’t melt very well and put those in the sack. We made the donation, but we gave what we wouldn’t eat ourselves. We gave our leftovers. The receivers of the donation would be grateful for whatever they received, and they would never know, but we do. We know that we are giving leftovers and keeping the best for ourselves.

Service, done the right way, benefits the receiver AND the giver. The greater the sacrifice, the better the giver feels. The more we give, the more joy we can feel. When we dig a little deeper to give, something happens that I can’t explain. We change a little bit. We recognize that we need each other. We realize that we are all here on earth together to help each other and when we help another, we help ourselves. That’s what happens when we give the best we have instead of the leftovers.

I have been awakened and pledge to give more of me – to serve when it doesn’t fit into my schedule – to look for ways to help lift another because I know lifting another lifts me too!

SAVOR 2019

Some years. my ONE WORD doesn’t come to me until five minutes to midnight on New Year’s Eve. Some years, I have a long list of words to sort through before ONE WORD rises to the top. This year, I knew my ONE WORD by mid-December.  The word was floating around in my less conscious and while Christmas shopping, I found this …


And I knew that this ONE WORD was definitely supposed to be my focus for the next year.

As always, I first went to the dictionary so I could see how closely my definition matched what Webster had to say…

1)      To give flavor to

2)      To have experience of

3)      To taste or smell with pleasure

4)      To delight in

Not surprisingly, Webster expanded my thoughts on how my ONE WORD could affect the year ahead. While my initial attraction to the word was that it might help me slow down and be more in the moment, this broader definition helped me see that to savor something or someone is much more than just being in the moment with them.

Here is how I foresee 2019 being a year with SAVOR at the core!


To give flavor to-

The thought that I could be the one adding flavor/ spice/ sweetness to any given situation had not crossed my mind. This is a very active use of the word SAVOR. This means I can be fully aware of the unique flavor I bring to a conversation or relationship or project or view. No one can bring what I can. That doesn’t always mean that everyone involved will love the flavor I bring, but that isn’t the point. The point is that I honor my own uniqueness – that I show up authentically – that I recognize when my active presence might change the flavor of any moment.  Simply writing that makes me feel powerful. What is it like to recognize that I am my own special brand and when I am added to the mix, it’s different?  It’s cool, that’s what it is.


To have experience of –

I now have less years ahead of me than I have behind me. My opportunities to experience certain things have already passed and other experiences have a short window. I can no longer say “next year” or “in a few years” or “later” to as many things and believe that I will have the time to do them. That is not meant to be morbid – it is reality. I played a ton of racquetball when I was in my late 20s and early 30s, which is good because my knees are not healthy enough for me to play racquetball today. This year I plan to say yes to more experiences. I am already booked for ziplining in Maui and snorkeling in an old volcano. Both of those things have me slightly terrified, but I’m going to do them because I want to have those experiences. I foresee more experiences and less stuff in my future.


To taste or smell with pleasure –

Remember when you learned about your tongue in elementary school and how different areas of the tongue are sensitive to different tastes? Salty – sour – sweet – bitter? We use those words often in describing relationships or life experiences.  My new car is so sweet. Our relationship went sour. That conversation left me feeling bitter. His language is a bit salty. We use those words because in some way those experiences are something we can almost taste. I want to taste my life experiences. I want to be so present that my senses come alive.  This means that I am going to bring all of me to wherever I am and stay there. I have a terrible habit of playing the game where I am always looking ahead – “tomorrow at this time”, “one week from today”, “in 2 years”. I have no control over being anywhere in the future – only here – only now. Wherever I am, I want to be there. I have practiced this over the last week and I can feel a difference. Maybe that sounds crazy, but I can feel it in my body. I feel full. I feel alive. I feel aware. Those are all great things to feel!


To delight in –

Life is too short to waste time crabbing about how it isn’t measuring up to my expectations. From the time we are small, we begin to learn words for the negative side of life. I remember an old research study where they asked a girls’ basketball team to describe how they felt about themselves when they were playing well. There were only a few words to describe the positive performance. Then they asked them to describe their game when they weren’t playing well and the descriptors came pouring out. Over and over again, we see that we have more words to describe the negative or dark side of something or someone than we do to describe the upside.  That is really sad to me.  Part of savoring for me is learning to look for the best in whatever place I find myself.  A simple example is from 2 days ago. The park where I usually walk my dogs has turned into a treacherous ice rink. The hill up to the park is solid ice and most of the sidewalk has been covered with melted snow that freezes when the temps are cold. It is very challenging to find any dry spots.  As I was walking the dogs this week, I felt myself begin to be frustrated with the situation, and a bit fearful about slipping and falling. Last year I got a concussion falling on the ice in the park. The year before, one of our dogs tore her ACL slipping on ice in the park. I have good reason to be crabby about our walking paths!   However, I remembered that I wanted to savor life this year. In that moment, I chose to look up at the very blue sky, and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. I decided that we could walk safely if we simply walked slower and took smaller steps. As I looked to my left and right I saw patches of frozen, crunchy grass that would provide sure footing. Before I knew it, I was relaxing and thoroughly enjoying my chance to be enjoying this walk with my two beautiful dogs. One of them is 11+, which is older than any of our other huskies have lived. She is healthy and strong and I thought about how grateful I am to still have her in my life.   By the time we got home, I was filled with delight – truly!  I had a smile on my face and I was filled with gratitude for the experience I just had.  The cool thing is that the ice hadn’t melted – the slippery spots hadn’t disappeared – it took longer than I had planned, but I shifted what I was focused on and by choosing to experience the best in the moment, I was filled.

It’s going to be a good year. I look forward to learning how to bring my own unique flavor to life, to find the best in all situations, to say yes to more experiences, and to fully be wherever I am. Here’s to a year of SAVOR!!!!!!!!!

Becoming Unfrustratable: It's a Good Choice

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What do you do when you get frustrated?

Slam doors?


Stomp around?

Clam up?

Raise your voice?

Take it out on other people?


At some point in my life I have behaved in all of those ways. I’m not proud to say it, but it’s true. I know I have encountered people in cars, airports, stores, or work groups that have no idea what they did to deserve the looks or words I sent their way. Fortunately, for all humans, as well as inanimate objects, I have learned to accept a situation as it is – take a deep breath or a walk – and make a choice to dismiss my frustration.

I have a coaching client who really lets things get under his skin. Most of the time, the things are outside of his control and they aren’t bad things – they just aren’t being handled the way he would do it. During one coaching session I could feel myself becoming frustrated with his constant frustration, so I asked “Is this really how you want to spend your life?  Seems like a huge waste of energy to me, but it’s your choice and if you like the feeling of being frustrated, then stay there. However, I don’t want to hear about it anymore.”  

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That might not have been my most brilliant coaching moment, but it got us on a path that led to the declaration “I am going to become unfrustratable.” Here are the steps we took:

Step 1:  What frustrates you?  (When management makes stupid decisions)

Step 2:  What frustrates you about that? (They don’t understand how the decision affects me)

Step 3: What frustrates you about that? (No one cares about my opinion)

Step 4: Now that we are at the core of your frustration, let’s figure out what choices you have when someone that frustrates this core value of yours. How do you currently respond? (I don’t say anything and just wait for their decision to bite them in the butt)

Step 5:  What are the benefits of that action? (The brain/ body enjoy frustration as it increases energy when we feel like we are fighting something. It gives us an excuse to do things the same way, which means we don’t have to learn anything new. It reinforces my story that management doesn’t listen and gives me a reason to continue to mistrust them.)

Step 6:  What are the costs of that action? (I get frustrated. They don’t hear my ideas. I get labeled as someone who doesn’t like change.)

Step 7: How could you handle this differently? (Discuss at least 3 options)

Step 8: Choose an option and come up with action steps of how to put it in place, and ask for accountability

This conversation took about 30 minutes and at the end, my client said “I am going to become unfrustratable.” Not sure that is even a word!  He made this choice because he very much likes to be in control, and once he recognized that he was letting other people’s choices dictate how he felt, and how he showed up at work, he decided that he needed to take control back.  For him, that meant he would not allow frustration to dominate his thoughts, actions and take a toll on his health. By the way, we can become frustrated with ourselves and that can be even trickier because we don’t have an external focus. That is why I emphasize that we need to not let frustration control us instead of saying other people’s actions – sometimes it’s our own actions that frustrate us.

Now becoming unfrustratable isn’t as easy as flipping a light switch, but neither is it impossible. He has made great strides. The things that help him have been:

·       Stepping away

·       Getting fresh air, as in outside

·       Keeping his body moving

·       Asking himself 3 levels of why this is frustrating him

·       Asking himself what is most important

·       Asking himself how he could share his perspective in a positive way

·       Celebrating that he shared his perspective and then letting it go and getting back to the task at hand

I, too, have put these steps into practice and the two actions that offer me the best hope of dismissing my frustration are to take a walk outside and ask myself what is most important.  I have never answered that question by saying that the most important thing is for me to stay frustrated and let everyone know it. Those moments still come for me, but they are short lived and I know that I am healthier – physically, emotionally, and socially – for refocusing my energy on choices that move me forward!

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Which masks are you wearing?


Halloween is one of my very favorite holidays! For as far back as I can remember, I have loved the idea of dressing up as something I am not. Clown, pirate, gypsy, hobo, lamb, cowgirl, vampire – even a spider. I loved it so much that long after my parents put a stop to my trick or treating, I still dressed up on Halloween.

In high school I would dress up and walk around scaring the little kids (not necessarily admirable but very fun). In college I made sure that I attended as many costume parties as I could. When I became a fully-grown adult (notice that I didn’t say mature adult), I began to host murder parties. Once I got married, I convinced my husband that he needed to dress up and be a part of my costume adventure, too.

The little trick or treaters in my neighborhood count on dropping by our house to see who we are dressed up as every year. I don’t just put on different clothes; I use wigs, makeup and change the way I speak for a night. I do my best to fully become the part I am playing. For one night I get to pretend!

But, wait, how much of that is pretending? Don’t we all have different characters inside of us that are just waiting for an invitation to show up and take center stage? You must admit that there is a big difference between the times when the clown shows up to lead the meeting as compared to the lamb. The clown is there to keep things light and make people laugh when things are tense. The lamb on the other hand is there to create a warm, fuzzy feeling where people feel safe and at peace.

I think the spider uses her magic to create a sticky web and gets everyone all wrapped up in what she wants. The vampire simply sucks the energy and positivity out of everyone. I bet we have all been trapped in a room with a vampire!

The older I get the more I have come to realize that I don’t need a costume to bring out a different part of myself. There are many voices and personalities inside of me that have a role to play when the time is right. As we watch Halloween come and go this year, I challenge you to consider the characters you use.

Which parts of you are on stage too much? Which parts of you have been hiding and need to show up? Which are the voices that you love best and which ones show up that you want to lock in the basement? It seems like a good time to take a look at the characters at play in our lives. Some you may decide to wear more often, and some may go right back in the closet!

More Than a Date on the Calendar


Many people are disappointed when the anticipated changes in their lives don’t bring immediate, easy, lasting happiness. Think of these changes that most of us look forward to:

  • Marriage

  • New house

  • New job

  • Baby

  • Retirement

  • New puppy

  • New exercise or weight loss program

What we don’t understand, or forget about, is that all of the items here can be given a date on the calendar, but the internal, personal adaptation doesn’t happen in one day. It may not happen in a week or a month or even a year, but then again it might happen quickly.

Transition is the internal adaptation to an external change, and that process is different for every person. Some people adapt quickly. Others pretend that nothing has changed but struggle to let go of the way things were. Yet others figure out that the change is more than they had bargained for and they bail on the idea.


Wiliam Bridges (1980) was the first to put a name to this difference between the external event and the internal transition journey we must go through as we move from status quo to status new!

I have spent 25 years observing, navigating, facilitating, initiating and studying change and transition. The result of those 25 years is a tool I have created to help others navigate these transitions more successfully. I don’t want this to be a commercial for the Transitions Journey Deck; but I do want to share a few things I know about change and transition that may help you in your life whether you purchase one of my decks or not. I know:

  1. We can miss or grieve things we didn’t like.

  2. Things will most likely get more difficult before they get easier.

  3. No change occurs in isolation; this one change affects other parts of your life.

  4. Other people in your life may not be supportive of your change.

  5. Every change has invisible ropes tying you to the old ways.

  6. We have limited information at the beginning of any change.

  7. Transitions present our greatest opportunity to learn about ourselves.

  8. Most of the challenges we will encounter are emotional, not necessarily logical.

  9. Every change involves something we must let go of if we are going to fully commit to the new.


The bottom line is that transition is a personal journey and at the outset of any change we have limited information, which informs how we feel about things and the choices we make. As we come to understand more of what is involved in a change, we are often surprised by our reaction and what can feel like resistance to a change that we thought was going to be great or easy of fun. Instead we are often frustrated, exhausted and unsure of what is making the change so hard.

These are the best times to learn about ourselves, our beliefs, our values, and to explore key relationships. In short, a transition is a terrible learning opportunity to waste.


After 25 years of deep involvement in the transitions of individuals, families, teams and organizations, as well as in my own life, I know that my Transitions Journey Deck can change the way you approach changes in your life.

Click here to learn more about the deck.  

Below the Surface of Change

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Do you ever feel like your boat is sinking and you can’t understand how something seemingly insignificant could have such a huge impact?

Welcome to CHANGE!

I recently had two iceberg moments that were poignant reminders of how change really works.


Nearly two years ago, a friend passed away – suddenly. Our church affiliation had us working together for several years. While we weren’t close friends, we shared many powerful experiences and I knew I would miss him.

More than missing him, I was filled with sadness for his wife. She was completely unprepared for his sudden departure and it has been heartbreaking to watch her go through this grieving process. I would say that his death was the chunk of ice about the waterline. I saw it – I felt it – I expected to be sad for a time. I knew that I would do whatever I could to be a good friend to his wife and be there for her in whatever way I could.

However, I have been surprised many times by the tears that seem to come from nowhere. His favorite children’s hymn was ‘I’m trying to be like Jesus’ and I can’t sing more than a few notes of that song without choking on tears. He used props when he taught the little kids a Sunday School lesson. One of those lessons was about the wise man building his house upon the rock and every child got to pick a rock from his basket. At his funeral, everyone in attendance could take one of those rocks home with them. That rock sits on my desk and I oftentimes look at the rock, and I have this overwhelming sadness well up inside of me.

A few weeks ago, I decided to try and look beneath the waterline. What was really going on down there that was causing me such grief? When this friend died, so did the opportunities to do more work together. There would be no more of those deep conversations I thoroughly enjoyed. I wouldn’t get any more phone calls asking me to provide insights about an individual or a situation. I realized in that moment, that my grieving was about much more than his actual death. It was the death of a relationship and a loss of times together that couldn’t be replaced.

In some ways, it was wonderful to pause and look deeply at what his death symbolized. The change was on the surface and I could see it, but the parts that I valued and the experiences I was grieving were buried deep.


The second change I recently experienced was having a friend move. Again, it’s not somebody I see every day or even every week, but he is someone that I have felt close to since the moment I met him. For very good reasons, he and his family have moved several states away. There had been several weeks between the time I heard the news and when I finally saw him at church. We passed each other in the hall and when he said, “I need to talk with you about this move,” I burst into tears and told him that I couldn’t handle it right then.

Every time I thought about it over the next few weeks, I would start to cry. Again, I was puzzled by the extreme emotional response I was having. After a tearful night (and no, this wasn’t hormones at work) I chose to go beneath the waterline and ask myself what was really going on here. That was when I realized that this change in my life was symbolic to me of how time was passing and how many things that brought joy, fulfillment and meaning to my life were going away.

It was a reminder that I have less of those times in front of me than I had in the past. His moving brought up all the other relationships and situations that have changed. William Bridges says that every change has elements of transition within it and if we don’t take the time to acknowledge and work through those in the moment, that they will stack up in our transitional attic and one day, when we least expect it, all of those changes that we hurriedly passed through will come crashing down on us. At those times, we will be surprised by the BIG reactions to seemingly SMALL things.

Thus, the small chunk of ice above the waterline that punches a hole in the side of our boat which slowly allows water to leak in over time until we feel like we’re sinking.

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Moral of this story? We should look more closely at each change in our life and take time to notice what lies beneath the surface.

Some Wounds Take a Long Time to Heal…

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Two years ago, we tore out our 15-year-old landscaping and replaced it with some plants that I really loved. One of my favorites is this little Gold Lace Juniper. 

We have two of these plants side by side in our front yard and in July I noticed that one looked great and one looked like it was dying. When the “plant lady” came for a landscaping walk through, I learned a lesson about my little plant that applies to humans as well.

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She said that the winter had been pretty rough on plants. There wasn’t enough snow cover to really protect them from the harsh elements. So, this lovely plant had been wounded due to lack of protection, and the sad news is that it could take up to five years for it to heal and look healthy again.

I hoped she would tell me of some product I could put on it or some other action I could take to accelerate the healing.  The answer is NOTHING but time would help!

So, what human lesson can we learn from this sad landscaping story?  I offer 3 ways that the plant story has a personal message for us.

  1. Protection is important.  What do we do to protect ourselves from being destroyed or deeply hurt?  Life inherently is going to hand us some challenges and trials that feel as if they destroy a part of us.  We can’t protect ourselves from everything, but we can at least give some attention to the situations we put ourselves in that could cause personal damage.
  2. Not everyone is affected the same way. These two plants grew up side by side and shared the exact same weather conditions as well as the same lack of protection; yet, one of them continued to grow and one was deeply damaged. Humans are the same! Two people can be in the same situation and be affected very differently. We should never assume that our experience in a situation is the same as anyone else’s.
  3. On the occasion that life (and by life, this includes another human being) hands us a hard blow, we may not be able to bounce right back. The actual healing may take quite some time. As someone who has inflicted emotional damage to another person, I know that I have tried apologizing, sending flowers, bringing chocolate, writing notes, and several other methods to accelerate the healing.  Guess what?  Sometimes that works and sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes the only thing that can truly heal is to let time pass so that the other person can find their own way to grow through the challenge. 

I’m not sure what you might want to take from this story, but at the very least, I hope you pause long enough to consider the idea that we can’t protect ourselves or those we love from all types of damaging elements. And, when someone is hurting, they might need to heal in their own way. Also, just because it will take time doesn’t mean that you stop caring and letting them know that if there was anything you could do to help – you would!

What Bamboo Can Teach You!


Have you ever given up on something that you really wanted, because you got tired of trying?  I have! I have given up on sports, games, books, foods, piano music, and relationships – just to name a few. The things I list are all things that were important to me, but the results were just taking too long.

I tend to focus on the end game – the outcomes – the results. Not only do I have my eyes on the finish line, but I want it to come quickly.  Deep inside (maybe not that deep) I have a timer that is always running. I don’t intentionally set the timer; it just happens for me.

I wonder how many kinds of cheese I might enjoy if I hadn’t expected to fall in love with the flavor on my first bite. I wonder how many piano compositions I might have mastered if I had kept practicing them instead of giving up. Actually, I wonder if any of my kids would play piano today if I hadn’t gotten tired of the complaining and the wrong notes and hung in there longer. If I look back in my career, I can think of leaders that gave up on a member of their team because they weren’t “getting it.” What about the person you invited to join you and your friends and they said no?  Might they be your friend today if you had reached out a few more times?

I can’t go back in time, and neither can you, but we can each have a different perspective moving forward if we choose to. Let me share something I heard at church last Sunday that I think can apply to many of the situations we find ourselves in. It is the story of the bamboo tree.

If you want to grow a Chinese Bamboo tree, you plant a seed and you water it. You water it faithfully and give it the proper nutrition for a year and what do you get?  NOTHING! No sign of life coming through the soil. But, you have faith, so you take care of it for another year with water and soil nutrients.  Again – NOTHING!   You do this for 4 years, and then over a 90 day period a bamboo tree grows before your very eyes. A Chinese Bamboo tree can grow 80 feet in 6 weeks. But, did the tree really grow 80 feet in 6 weeks after lying dormant for 4 years?  Or was growth happening and you just couldn’t see it? Was the little tree growing a support system underground?  Did it take nearly 5 years to create a strong foundation that could support exponential growth? The answer is obvious. The tree didn’t grow 80 feet in 6 weeks – it grew 80 feet in 5 years. 

I love this story as I consider the people and things in my life AND in myself that need patience, perseverance and a strong foundation. I think that we never know how close we are to the growth spurt we desperately want! So,, what in your life might you want to stick with just a bit longer?

What is the MAGIC NUMBER?

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This is not the type of magic number that you bet on; I will let someone else write about that. This is the magic number that serves as a threshold. Something magical (not necessarily good magic) happens when this number shows up in your life. While we are all familiar with the phrase “bad luck comes in threes” and many people buy into that belief, I have come to notice that the magic number really varies for people and for situations. Here are just a few that I have stumbled upon in the last few weeks. I’m curious if you have any numbers that represent a threshold of sorts. The number that has goodness or badness on the other side of it …

4 is the magic number for an introverted client of mine.  He is at ease and comfortable in a group that has less than 4 people in it. As soon as there are 4 people that he doesn’t really know, he begins to withdraw. Once he knows people, the number is no longer 4 and if there are only 3 “strangers”, he is fine.

5 is a magic number for many of my Jazzercise students.  Most of them feel at least psychologically better at 1 or 2 workouts per week. Some notice a change in weight or fitness level at 3 or 4 workouts per week. But, something magical tends to happen when they cross the threshold to 5 workouts per week.  Fitness level is very noticeable, and if they are someone that is trying to lose weight, the pounds begin to melt away.

3 is the magic number for me when it comes to how many treats I can have without losing control.  Keebler EL Fudgesticks are my #1 weakness and if I can limit myself to 2 cookies, I can stop. If I eat 3, I end up eating 6 or 8 or half of the box. The same is true with potato chips. There used to be a Lay’s potato chip commercial that said “I bet you can’t each just 1.” I totally can eat just 1. I can even eat only 2.  But, if I shove in that 3rd chip, I end up grabbing a handful and munching my way into the bag.

6 seems to be the magic number for most teams I work with. Team dynamics, team processes, collaboration, etc. all seem to go pretty well and work is easier when there are 5 or less people in a team. When the 6th person joins, something happens and the communication often begins to break down.

7 seems to be a popular magic number for sleep.  If people get more than 7, it’s okay, but less than 7 and they are not their best selves.

30 is our magic number for date night. If my hubby and I go more than 30 days without a night that is just for us – no family, no friends, no work, no church – we start to feel a disconnect that is palpable.

4 is the magic number for how many pounds I am over my ideal weight. I can live with 1, 2 or 3, but at 4# suddenly none of my clothes fit. I don’t even need the scale, but if I do step on it when I feel a little heavy, it almost always is 4#.

9 days away from home is the magic number for myself and many others I know who travel. 9 days feel like a long time, but I am still able to focus on the work or the vacation. At 10 days, my focus shifts to what I am missing instead of where I am. My bed doesn’t feel as good, the food doesn’t taste as good, alone time isn’t restful, I notice all the little things that are irritating to me about wherever I am.  I guess that may be why they say “absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

If you are open to it, I’d love to have you share your magic number. What is the threshold you cross where things feel very RIGHT or very WRONG?