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A Sneak Peek at Life Balance Blueprint Clinic 2010
We’ve all set goals. And in a fruitcake-frenzy kinda way, we’ve all make resolutions. And then life happens and we scratch our heads in wonder. This 12-week clinic will change the way you set goals—forever. Learn to Connect Who You Are with What You Do. In this 12-week group clinic, we’ll pause to reflect on where we’ve been by discovering or re-examining our values, purpose and strengths. Then we’ll turn our attention to the future and cobble a specific plan for our newly imagined goals to unfold. We may need to let go of ol

A Habit with a Bad Habit...
Old habits are hard to break, especially when you want to start a new one. You know, like working out, or saving money. But the crown jewel of all habits is listening to the voice of doubt, the harpy who sits on your shoulder dishing out insults with a snarky smile on her face. What if you changed your intention from say, working out, to just getting out the door? Just get your running shoes on and slam the door. She'll be waiting for you when you get back, and up to no good, but at least you'll have knocked that chip off her shoulder. (Lather, rinse, repeat.) Now go get (un)busy, Lisa

The Language of Busyness
We're always looking for systems. Gadgets. Tools and strategies for organizing our lives in an effort to stop saying we're so busy. But if it's true that thoughts lead to actions, and what we say and do repeatedly gives us our lives, it would also follow that what's on our minds usually comes out our mouths. Thoughts become the language we speak. So here's a tool you might want to add to your collection if you want to stop saying "I'm too busy" ... Stop saying it. 

Jane Doe the CEO is You
You were born with an inny. Your parents swaddled and adored you and gave you nicknames like “princess” and “honey love pot” and “sweetness.” They gave you girly toys and you liked them. Mostly. Your mom told you that the world was your playground and that you could be and do anything you imagined. You built sand castles and mud pies with daisy frosting, and you punched Joey for cutting in front of you in the lunch line on pizza day. You got straight As in math even thought you couldn’t imagine how it was relevant to, well, anything.  And then you were eleven. E-leven. The boys were stronger, but you could still hold your own on the f