Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Yes Worth the Less

I'm looking forward to a three-day trip with the girls next week, but in order to get the one extra day off, I need to work one extra day this week. No Big Deal.

But when I fill up a day...and then a week...and then several weeks in a row with "no-big-deals," I get tired and my mind does strange things. Lately this has been happening, and I regret the disorder that led to my anxiety. So (yet again) I've been looking for ways to keep my schedule manageable.

I read these two quotes about time recently. They expressed my thoughts much better than I could.

"Time is free, but it's priceless. You can't own it, but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it you can never get it back." ~Harvey MacKay
"Whenever you say yes to something, there is less of you for something else. Make sure your yes is worth the less." ~Louis Giglio

The first quote made me think of someone offering to pay for your meal. Who of us would order the extras we don't when it's our own money we're spending? None. Our mothers teach us to be extra careful when a kindness like that is offered. Neither does your time belong to you--God gives you today! You want to make every moment count.

The second quote made me think of a story about a woman named Gladys Aylward who rescued children in China around the time of the Japanese invasion. One of her girls brought home a tiny orphan boy name Les. The little girl said, "I know we don't have much, but I thought if we all ate a little less, there would be something for Les." And so they did and Little Les became part of the family. He was worth it!

I certainly do fill my time with trifles, and just as certainly my time can certainly go further than I've made it. With so many people around me and so much bigger than me, the time I can wisely invest outside of myself will not be poorly spent.

...And by the way, a three-day get-away with the girls is certainly a yes worth the less!

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Web Hosting: Not an Online Party

I recently inherited a job--a lovely, challenging, rewarding, influential job...that often leaves me feeling perplexed. 

When I received the role of writing the text for a new website, I was elated because I love writing! But soon the job began to require more than writing.


I studied writing in college so I know how to conjugate a verb or diagram a sentence. I know how to structure and balance sentences for the greatest possible emphasis. I know how to use big words (that I don't always understand) to make my writing sound more photosynthesis. But all this computer work is new to me. You might say it's all Python or C++ or RubyonRails to me.


Finally, just when I thought I had the website under control, I saw a curve ball coming at me--web hosting! 


Now web hosting is no online party, even though there are servers involved. In essence, you purchase a subscription to part of a company's computer, the company stores your website for you, and you do a lot of hoping. 

You hope their up time is 
reasonable and support has a live chat. 
You hope they speak English and are 
not so busy fixing other bugs that you have 
to get a ticket and wait. (The problem doesn't.) 
You hope that the support can fix the 
problem quickly once they do get to you. 
You hope that NO other customers 
on that computer server get blacklisted. 
You hope that if they do, the host has 
a plan for removing you from that server 
while the problem is getting resolved.
You hope you can figure out what-in-
the-world they're talking about. 
You hope!

I hoped all these things and more. And then as I flipped between Google (defining mysterious abbreviations) and the back end of our website, suddenly...ding! The customer support team member was ready to chat and answer all my questions in excellent English. He directed links my way for quick reference. The computer stored my conversation for both parties to refer to later. It was beautiful! 


And when I sat back and closed the conversation, I checked my watch and thought, "Maybe I can take care of that other thing really fast." 

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Living in Constant Whitewater, WI

I just read the book Who Moved My Cheese? by Spencer Johnson who coauthored The One Minute Manager (next on my reading list). I think most people could sit down and read it from start to finish in a short sitting--it's an easy read.

This is the kind of motivational writing that gets you off the couch and onto the track. He persuades his readers when change comes, to move with it not against it. In the foreword, Kenneth Blanchard who is the other coauthor of TOMM says, "As you know, living in constant white water with the changes occurring all the time at work or in life can be stressful, unless people have a way of looking at change that helps them understand it."

YES! Now I finally know why the city I live in is called Whitewater. It's not because of the sparkling lake beside the camp. It's because of the perpetual chaos of life!

Here are the seven "cheesy" mottoes from the book that help people deal with change.

1. Change Happens...They keep moving the cheese
2. Anticipate Change...Get ready for the cheese to move
3. Monitor Change...Smell the cheese often so you know when it is getting old
4. Adapt to Change Quickly...The quicker you let go of old cheese, the sooner you can enjoy new cheese
5. Change...Move with the cheese!
6. Enjoy Change...Savor the adventure and enjoy the taste of new cheese
7. Be Ready to Change Quickly and Enjoy It Again & Again...They keep moving the cheese

 I hope I've whet your appetite to read the book. And if you say, "But I don't even like cheese!" Then, my friend, it's time to change.