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Overheard On A Saltmarsh

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  Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them? Give them me. No. Give them me. Give them me. No. Then I will howl all night in the reeds, Lie in the mud and howl for them. Goblin, why do you love them so? They are better than stars or water, Better than voices of winds that sing, Better than any man's fair daughter, Your green glass beads on a silver ring. Hush, I stole them out of the moon. Give me your beads, I want them. No. I will howl in the deep lagoon For your green glass beads, I love them so. Give them me. Give them. No. - Harold Monro (1879 - 1932)

Where Is The Focus?

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Beautiful Sunset

 

Resilience

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The Need For A Leader

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Effort Speaks

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Look Up

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It’s A Free Country

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“. . . Walk into a bar . . .”

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Book Review: Tim Ferris, The 4-hour Workweek

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  The immediately useful parts of this book were Chapters 5 (The End of Time Management: Illusions and Italians), Chapter 6 (The Low-Information Diet: Cultivating Selective Ignorance) and Chapter 7 (Interrupting Interruption and the Art of Refusal), applicable to nearly every work environment. The first four chapters serve as an overlong introduction, whereas the remainder of the book requires long term planning and execution of the author’s thesis. 

Sometimes it’s about the Baby

 And sometimes it’s about the ducks.

The Start Up Of You

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  — The Daily Stoic: 366 Meditations on Wisdom, Perseverance, and the Art of Living by Ryan Holiday, Stephen Hanselman https://a.co/3OPsrSX

Rescue Yourself!

 “…are you on offense or defense [?] I think that as you survey the challenges in your lives, it’s just: Which of those did you assign yourself, and which of those are you doing to please someone else? Your inbox is a to-do list to which anyone can add an action item. I needed to get out of my inbox and back to my own to-do list.” (Chris Sacca, Early Stage Investor) Tip: limit yourself to two “mission critical” action items per day. That’s one short to-do list!

Philosopher King

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“For I believe a good king is from the outset and by necessity a philosopher, and the philosopher is from the outset a kingly person.” (Musinius Rufus, Lectures, 8.33.32–34) “There are fewer kings these days, but we’re all leaders in one way or another—of families, of companies, of a team, of an audience, of a group of friends, of ourselves. It’s the study of philosophy that cultivates our reason and ethics so that we can do our job well. We can’t just wing it—too many people are counting on us to do it right.” (Ryan Holiday, Daily Stoic)

Times, They Are A-Changing

  On Monday, July 11 another change is coming to my life. After losing my job of 20 years and subsequently being excused from my doctoral program (the University was footing the bill) I’ve spent the last two years working in a local hardware store, a more Pop than Mom operation an hour away from where I live. I’ve worked open to close many times, missed countless lunches, filled in for absences, managed two fleets, a staff of workers, provided customer service on all levels, even IT support and stocked shelves. I am grossly overworked and severely underpaid. But I’ve made lots of friends and have in some way, contributed to the building and beauty of the community. But it’s time to move on.   I’ve been on a constant job search and now, it’s come along. So I’ll be going into Hotel Management at a location 15 minutes from my house. And the pay is commensurate with the position. I’m actually excited about the room for growth and advancement! Hopefully I’ll be able to recover so much that

New Month, New Things Happening!

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 Stay tuned for updates! Journal is set, ready to go. This month’s theme: “Duty”

Welcome, July

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  “. . . Rosy Summer next advancing, Rush'd into her sire's embrace— Her bright-hair'd sire, who bade her keep For ever nearest to his smiles, On Calpe's olive-shaded steep Or India's citron-cover'd isles. More remote and buxom-brown, The Queen of vintage bow'd before his throne; A rich pomegranate gemm'd her crown, A ripe sheaf bound her zone. . . “ From “ Ode To Winter” by Thomas Campbell (July 27, 1777 - June 15, 1844)