Looking for gratefulness

When things don’t go the way we expected.

When the person we thought would respond one way, responds the opposite way.

When the things we worry about make us laugh in the end.

Step back a moment. What aspect are you grateful for? What did you learn about yourself? What did the person teach you? What made you laugh? What had to happen for the next 3 awesome things to take place?

 

Bowling Alleys

Bowling alleys. Laughter and clapping frequently heard accompanied by bowling balls being rolled in various styles, at varying speeds down wooden lanes.

For some it doesn’t matter how skilled you are, it’s a fun reason to laugh, cheer, and take out some aggression on heavy white pins.

For others it’s competition the whole way. Aim for the strike, knock down those last 2 pins.

I met the love of my life in a bowling alley. I’ve always loved bowling and some day I’ll get my 300 game (all strikes).

Valentine’s Day everyday

Feeling a bit of writer’s block – or just not ready to proceed with my story tonight.

Valentine’s Day is about a week and a half away.

It’s not too late to make the dinner reservation or plan what you’ll get your sweetheart as an “I love you.”

But let’s tackle something here: what if the other 364 days a year you remind those you love and care about (in your own unique way) how much they mean to you. A weekly phone call or a nice note. A lunch date or a “tell me about something you’re working on, while I listen and turn my phone off.”

Be someone who doesn’t need a holiday or reason to say how much you care and value the ones you love.

Bliss

I love selling the beautiful city of Savannah to people all over the world that I have the privilege of meeting each day. I am blessed to work with people who are my friends. I am grateful for the transition I made to the south 2 years ago. I say I love you and I like you to the man I married who is also my best friend.

When I am a quiet billionaire I am still working (as stated in above paragraph) and I am changing the lives of others by helping them get organized in any way I can to serve them.

Watch “Finding Joe,” so you can answer the question.

What is your bliss?

The Organizer: You Can’t Go Home Again

“You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood … back home to a young man’s dreams of glory and of fame … back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time – back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.” (Ellipses in original.)

The plane landed at 10:30AM. I wore a black wool coat over my charcoal sweater and black skirt with black leggings. My days of wearing heels were over and my black sneakers comforted my stride. I packed my suitcase with the intention of attending her funeral. Before I left my Savannah apartment I tucked her picture into my cranberry leather planner. I needed her with me.

I hadn’t seen Jacob or our sister, Jules in 2 years. Jake was always busy with his real estate firm. Jules had been a successful interior designer up until the murder. When her husband Jeff was killed, my sister emotionally died with him.

When Jacob would call, our conversation was scripted.

“Hello, how is work, it’s busy, you’re more OCD than is healthy, Miranda, you should relax more, Jules no-showed for the party or the gathering. I keep telling Kate to stop inviting her because she’s a lost cause. My response would be asking about my niece Audrey and telling him Jules is still our sister we can’t give up on her.

I rubbed my eyes as the front section of coach stood to disembark. The weather was still crisp in Syracuse. It was March 15th. The sun was shining when I stepped out onto the sidewalk.

I looked at her crying face in our picture and whispered: “I’m here for you. I’m doing this for you. I never gave up on you.”

I exhaled and closed my eyes. I’ll never forget the backwards hug I know I felt. She knew I was there. I opened my eyes and looked into the crystal blue eyes of a man sitting in a black Mercedes. I smiled softly and mumbled to myself, “I’ll work on him for you.”

You can’t go home again, because you’ve changed and so has everything else.

The Organizer: Day 2

“Hello Jacob”
“Are you sitting down?”
My brother has always been a straight-to-the-point guy.
“Yes, I’m filing.”
“Oh. Good. Good practice for you when you get here.

His words stung me like a fishing hook scraping my mouth and reeling me forcefully in.
“Why do I need practice at a skill I use every working day…”

I bought a car and I’m blown away

Two weeks ago I was driving home from work. I glanced at the dashboard and blankly acknowledged the low tire pressure light that wouldn’t turn off. I’d had the car for 9 years. I named it Jules. (This paragraph is starting to sound like a Liberty Mutual commercial). I knew I needed a new car. I was waiting for… an urgent reason to buy one. I turned onto another street and the car started to rumble. My attention was split: what God awful thing is caught under my car and I have to slow down to avoid an accident. You know it’s a bad sign when you dread red lights. The metallic grinding sound worsened and I nervously called my husband. This part of the story ends with the car being towed to our home and 2 weeks of using my husband’s car (it frustrated us both) was enough to get me to my new car purchase today.

2017 is my 0-1 Year for launching Shearly Organized. I love feeling organized. I love feeling confident that I know where the information is that you need. I love teaching you how to get organized. This year I am learning how to build beautiful helpful systems for myself so then I can teach you and be compensated for my services.

The first paragraph relates to the second because I had no idea what kind of new car I wanted. My criteria was a backup camera, (they come standard in cars now, yay!) family safe, great consumer rating, less room in the trunk (I want to avoid clutter opportunities) a moon roof and a fun color that I love. A spreadsheet was made for me with the manufacturer’s name and the models. I was advised to create a rating system. 1-10. 1 was no way, 10 was this is my new car. 

I test drove the Subaru Impreza, Ford Focus, and the Honda Civic. Honda Civic is a pimpin’ car. I laughed the entire test drive because I felt like a guy lookin’ to get lucky in it. The Ford Focus was cool. I kept coming back to the Impreza; I rated it 6.5. Today I bought it in Teal and named it Jade.

Being organized helped me find my new car. Last night I pulled one of my credit reports and took a glance to make sure nothing would surprise me when the finance department at the dealership did the same. I feel at peace and proud of myself. I borrowed a portion of funds from myself (a fantastic free amortization schedule is on my desk) and I owe a small amount to a bank.

Being organized is knowing how to repay a loan faster, eating healthier to save money and knowing that your future is safer because you bought a car you love that you needed.

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