Rest for the Weary

We have been working in the yard. Weeding, cleaning, raking, clearing, planting, and pruning. We know Summer is on it’s way when we wash down the front porch. That is our signal that we are about to spend months outside enjoying the sounds and beauty of nature. It can be hard work transitioning everything from Winter, through Spring into Summer. What you thought would grow back, doesn’t always survivie. What you thought was alive is now dead. Then the surprise happens when the plant you forgot you planted pokes above ground to pay homage to Summer. The porch is now clean and oyu can rest in knowing that Summer fun is on its way. 

There is nothing like a nap after working and getting things done. There is nothing like the feeling of satisfaction is seeing the fruits of your labors, to slowly nod off into blissful slumber. There is nothing like waking up refreshed and a little stiff from the day of labor. And there is nothing like being able to walk around freely, no neighbors, no noise, only birds flitting from tree to tree as they build their nests. 

It is a wonderful thing to enjoy where you live. It is a blessing to be able to relax in your own space and take a nap in multiple locations. Behind this tuckered out kitty you can see where I like to nap, the hammock. I have fallen asleep many afternoons after a hard day’s work, simply relaxing and enjoying the view of the sky through the leaves. Our cat Buschi is giving me the idea again. I think it is time for a nap. 

The Power of Two

There are comfort foods, and there are decadent comfort foods. In Frankfort, Germany I found these at the airport. A doughnut pretzel, the best of both worlds. You get the wonderful size and shape of a pretzel with the sugary goodness of a doughnut. The carbs and gluten are well worth each bite. There was a line twelve people deep waiting for these. Who wouldn’t want to board their flight with this in their tummy? Airline food doesn’t have a chance when this bakery has three locations at the airport. 

I thought of other great pairings that have set the food world on fire. Macaroni and cheese. Peanut Butter and jelly. Hot Dogs and Mustard. Lamb and mint jelly. Bananas and ice cream (with chocolate sauce of course). Chicken and waffles. Biscuits and gravy. So many come to mind, and it makes me hungry just writing about them. Imagine how great the pairing is when they hit your taste buds and overwhelm you with yumminess. 

There is power in the number two. There is something about having another set of eyes, another set of skills to get things done. Many people are blessed to have a spouse who brings out the best in them. They are different, yet to works. Others are fortunate to have a business partner that compliments their skills with other capabilities, and together they are the complete package. There are great musicians who perform best in a duo, and there are athletes that win over and over again when they work in a pair. Magic happens when you release doing it all by yourself and allow someone else to fill in your gaps. And that means first you have to know your gaps, and second you have to be willing to allow someone else have the talents you do not THEN let them exercise those talents their own way. 

Too many times we get set in our ways, think the same things, execute in the same process, and we are successful. We are complimented on our work and we are able to achieve success. Then we meet someone who has skills we don’t, looks at things different than we do, and somehow engages us to see things from a different perspective. And when the two are put together on something, astounding things begin to arise. Ideas flourish, creativity grows, more and more gets generated than what either could have generated alone. THAT is the power of two. The best of two worlds working together to make an even better something, maybe even to create something the world has never seen before. Sort of like putting a pretzel with a doughnut in the airport. It’s magic. I hope you are open to finding the pretzel to your doughnut, or the doughnut to your pretzel. When you do, watch out world! 

Not Their Target Audience

I stayed in a hotel in Munich, Germany called Moxy. When I arrived the hotel lobby looked like a scene from the movie animal house. People were partying pretty hard, the music was so loud the staff had to shout to talk to you, and there was a couple making out on the sofa. To check in, you stood at the bar. When they messed up my reservation, they were shocked that I did not want a drink from the bar as compensation. 

This is the only art work that was in my sparce hotel room. It also served as the place to hang your clothes. Once I got inside my room and saw this ‘artwork’ it was pretty clear that I was not their target audience. I booked the room through our corporate travel agency, with no clue what I would find. I slept with the televsion pretty loud to drown out the party noises along the hallway. I felt like the one kid in college who actually wanted to study while everyone else was having fun. I was too old for this hotel, too much of a tired traveler, and too far from home to make a change. 

As I tried to relax in bed and absorb this art, I was ok with not being the target audience. I like my life, who I am, what I do. If I am the kid who really wants to study while everyone else parties, so be it. At my age and place in life I know what I want and what I don’t. I think that is a good thing. Not everyone gets it, and I don’t always understnad what they want. So we have different demographics, different needs, wants, things that are important to us. I wanted to sleep, the other guests wanted a wild party. I got some sleep, and they got to party. Needless to say I will not be staying in that hotel brand again. 

The real funny part was the next morning. At five o’clock we all had to take the shuttle back to the airport. I may not have been bright and sunny at that hour, but I wasn’t hung over and a sorry shade of green. The party from the previous evening may have been fun, but it looked on their faces like it was a painful memory.

It’s good to know what you want and what you don’t. It’s good to know who you are and what is important to you. It is also good to know when you have grown up and want something more than you did in your earlier years. Maybe what I really learned is that I have moxy, I just don’t want to stay at another Moxy hotel…