You will not always hold my hand by just holding onto my finger and the tiny dimples on your hand will disappear, but you
Think for a moment about the private anniversaries of your heart.
One million units donated! What a milestone; and it's all thanks to those who support the mission that soap equals hope.
I've realized what I appreciate even more are milestones of autonomy -- times not when they've completed a task set before them, like attending preschool, but rather instances when they solve their own problems.
This is the last day of my 30s, a decade I've spent BECOMING.
One of the best presents I've ever received was something I gave to myself. It was three years ago, and for my 50th birthday, when I gave myself permission to try something outside of my comfort zone.
Looking back on the past 3 years, some would say it has been a wild ride! But I say it has been a great life adventure and
So I asked him: are you coming back tomorrow? He replied, with high conviction: Of course! My son had the same passion for
Now that you’ve got all this information, how do you measure the results? You’ll build a dashboard. To create your 3M Dashboard
I remember looking up to people in their 30s when I was in college. They looked so grown up, like they had it all figured out. The house, the car, the kids...
At first, people tend to ignore milestone tracking protocols, hoping they'll go away. The prescription is simple: You would
Team milestone management is the single most important operational leadership skill you can develop. It is the critical link between theoretical strategies and plans and activities that actually have practical, value-creating impact.
As a mother of a seven-year-old, a four-year-old and our youngest, who is 16 months, it's important to keep track of all the notable events that have occurred during this enchanting period of young childhood. It's tiring, for sure, but it also goes by in a heartbeat.
To my surprise, after it got published, a tidal wave of support flooded in. People were ecstatic, which at the time, this
Now that you're in your 20's, it's time to make the switch from posters to pictures. Keep hanging stuff wherever you live, but try and stick to portraits, framed pictures, or artwork. That Zac Efron poster can be removed now.
How can I be confident that I'm navigating this unstructured free-for-all period correctly when I've been on this earth for less time than the movie Hoosiers? And where can I find some sort of validation for how I'm living that doesn't include Instagram likes?
I will not be shamed for crying tears over my children as they grow their own wings. My tears celebrate their life, because I know every memory, hope and wish that exists in each hot drop that falls for only them.
It was my first back-to-school morning as a parent. You'd think I'd be doing the happy dance all the way to the car and heading straight to Target to celebrate. Instead I was speed walking with my head down.
It is late at night that the words sneakily return and disable reasoned thinking. The ceiling becoming a notice board for my thoughts, all pushing for my attention. "Could I have done more?"
Wasn't this what we all hope for? That our kids become these self-sufficient beings, capable of walking off -- first down the hallway, then down the street, across town, and ultimately out of our household to create another -- without us?