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Make the Time to Think – Reduce Stress & Find Clarity

Knowledgeable folks know that if they want something done, then sometimes their best bet is to recruit the busiest people they know. Have you ever stopped to wonder why?

Self-help is everywhere you turn: on the grocery store isle, in book after book and on webpage after webpage.

Time management, prioritization,

simplifying your life, meditating, doing yoga,

going on a diet, buying a better chair,

sitting less, reading more….

The lists go on and on.

Although all these tidbits are helpful, something is missing.

I have a theory. I believe that some of the most successful people, effective leaders and the rocks in our communities know a secret, something that was ingrained in them. Julian Smith wrote about it in his 19 Thoughts About Finding Your Purpose.

It was lucky number 13, which I will be sharing with you today, Friday, July 13, 2012.

“Find the time to think.” – Julian Smith

Julian you are a brilliant thought leader, but I am going to take it one step further and encourage our readers to MAKE the time to think. This is an action, a choice and a necessity. Make time to think and in doing so you will decrease the stress levels in your life, which will lead to more effective action and will help you find clarity and purpose in all that you do.

Thank you, my friend, Maureen Keese for reminding me of this today. How do you make time to think?

Now What: Connect Authentically

Watermelons
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What can I say? At home in Fort Smith, Arkansas it has hardly rained in two months. Even the watermelons are in short supply and they can grow in road ditches, given that they get enough water. Where I normally have a beautiful flower garden and vegetable garden, I now have a lot of brown and dying vegetation. The 100+ temps day in and day out are exhausting, horrible for the economy and well – depressing.

But on a much happier and lighter note the pool has been oh so inviting. Here is where my confession comes in:

I have spent as much time playing with my monkeys, as I call them, as possible, teaching my son how to swim, getting way too much sun and swimming, swimming, swimming. When it is too hot to breath and everyone I know is closeted in their homes under their inefficient air conditioning, I have had friends over for BBQs and playing in my much-loved swimming pool.

No I am not making excuses, just stating the facts.

Today, I, Annie Sells had the privilege of talking to some really incredible people, one such person was Sherese. She and I where in the back seat of a car, being driven to dinner and I confessed to her that I haven’t been writing of late and have neglected my online friends and fans. She wanted to know why. I told her the truth. I have spent my time connecting as authentically as possible with the people in my life. For if you cannot connect authentically with the people who you can see and reach out and touch, how can you possibly connect authentically with people in your virtual world?

I say you cannot.

Now that I have a clean conscience, let’s get back to work.

I want to send a special thanks to Ms. Sherese Duncan of Efficio Inc. I have thoroughly enjoyed working with, speaking with and getting to know her both professionally and personally over the last 8 months.

Sherese you have reminded me of several things:
1. There is no box, only our core.
2. We must believe in ourselves.
3. We must be active and take ownership.
4. Only we can push ourselves to excellence.

I say thank you and pray that you like all the small business owners and entrepreneurs that I know experience true success, fulfillment and happiness in your work and in your personal life!

Cheers,

Ms. Annie Sells

4X4 Madness in May

an old-style steel toy dump truck by Tonka
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Driving big trucks, 4 wheeling and 4X4s are all things Annie Sells viewed as extreme, frivolous and radical. However, my husband now drives a big truck with 35 inch tires, he loves to go 4 wheeling and is prone to disappearing into the Arkansas River bottoms on a whim and I doubt he will ever own anything again that isn’t a 4X4.  So these extreme and radical things have become a part of my daily life.  Don’t get me wrong I love to drive and I love to get muddy.   I just haven’t ever been able to get past the expense of it all!  I have had several vehicles that cost lest to purchase than a set of 5 tires for my husband’s truck!!

It is true the Sells Family went to Cass, AR for Madness in May.  It was quite funny, when we pulled up they didn’t believe that my husband had brought his big truck, which we affectionately call a Tonka Truck “just to watch.”  Chris Sells was willing to just watch, but when I saw how excited he was to be there and how silly it seems not to take advantage of the opportunity for him to play where others were fully capable and prepared to pull us out, I agreed we could pay the entry fee for him to play.

So in we went, with one of the biggest of the dozens and dozens of trucks and proceeded to play!  We also watched as others competed to see who was the best and fastest.   When we drove up to the various events, I was glad we had one of the biggest trucks, because I sat on the roof racks for a better view.  I guess needing a ladder to get in has its advantages. 🙂  Besides the big boys and girls driving in the mud, everywhere you looked there were little children rolling in the mud, people of all ages laughing as they breathed in truck exhaust and got splashed in the face with mud and Lord knows what else.  The best part was that there were people from all walks of life, driving all types of vehicles, young and old, rich and poor hanging out together  setting aside the daily grind and having a good time together, in the beautiful May sunshine.

I guess we will have to make it an annual event.  I can think of worse ways to spend a beautiful May day.  Besides every time I bring up that one day my son smiles and laughs and my husband grins from ear-to-ear and says that he had a blast!  Hey, even I know the joys of playing with Tonka trucks in the mud.