What I Learned From Attending a Podcast Conference (and it wasn’t about podcasting)

Last week I attended the Podcast Movement Conference in California.  It was the first time I’d gone, and wasn’t sure what to expect.  As the time got closer, I wondered if I should even go at all.  It’s such a long trip, and I’ve been traveling so much lately that I’m pretty worn out.  And I’m not crazy about huge crowds either.  But in the end I decided to go.

John Lee Dumas, Pat Flynn, Amy Porterfield

John Lee Dumas, Pat Flynn, Amy Porterfield

I learned so much there – and it wasn’t really about podcasting.

The Best (and Worst) Question Ever

We were building our first house.  The project manager had taken the stock plan for the Cape Cod model and marked it up with our changes.  Create a linen closet in the downstairs bathroom, move the back door. Use a more traditional-sized window in the downstairs.  Use this flooring instead of that flooring.  Reconfigure the kitchen to make it more efficient.  All documented.  All on the plan.

Yet every day when my husband went to check on the house, there was something wrong.  Back and forth with the contractor.  Fix it.  Change it.

Then there was the sheetrock guy who appeared drunk on the job.  The painter who tracked red door paint on his shoes on the unfinished hardwood floor, which then had to be sanded off.

Building a house seemed such a good idea at the time.  Now?  We weren’t sure.

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(c) AdobeStock Photo

What do you do to keep going when you’re not sure if you can take it anymore?

How Can I Best Serve You?

Guess what?  The year is almost half over already.  Five months in, and the time is flying by.  Many kids are already out of school, my friend Ruth's daughter graduated from college, and we just celebrated Memorial Day.  I thought it was a good time to check in, see how you're doing, and how I can best serve you.  

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(c) Dollar Photo Club

I've created a short survey so I can hear what's on your mind and heart.  What brings you joy…and what leaves you in a cold sweat.  I want to know how to better serve you in the coming months.

Would you take a few minutes to fill out the survey?  By doing so, you will help me to help you.  How?  Because you will help me make my content even more interesting and relevant to you.

The survey is anonymous.  I won't be able to tell if you responded or not.  So even though I won't know who said what, I want to hear your voice.  Your voice matters.  So let it be heard.  There are only a few questions, and it should take less than 3 minutes to complete.

Yes! I'm happy to help. Take me to the survey.

The survey will be open until June 22, 2017.  I'll compile the results and report the findings in a blog post.  As always, if you want to reach out to me directly for any reason, go to the Contact Me page.  Comments are also welcome below.

Thanks in advance for your help, and have a wonderful summer!

Green Glasses in a Grey World

The streets were lined with beautiful houses all built of green marble and studded everywhere with sparkling emeralds.  They walked over a pavement of the same green marble, and where the blocks were joined together were rows of emeralds, set closely, and glittering in the brightness of the sun.  The window panes were of green glass; even the sky above the City had a green tint, and the rays of the sun were green.  –From The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

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(c) AdobeStock Photo

Wouldn’t you love to visit a place like the Emerald City of Oz where everything is shiny and green?  Would you like to even live there?

How Are Your Goals Like Potholes?

If there’s one thing that grows well in New England, it’s potholes.  The temperature fluctuates widely during the winter.  The road gets wet from snow, sleet, or rain.  It freezes and thaws.  And the moisture combined with the freezing and thawing creates a frost heave.

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(c) AdobeStock Photo

Which then turns into a pothole.

…and then I heard a CRASH

On December first I was headed to my Alexander lesson.  Only a few minutes away from Elizabeth’s house, I stopped at a 4-way stop sign.  Before I stopped, someone from my left turned left onto my street.  I looked again just before stopping.  The person on my left was going left, and went.  The person on my right was nowhere near the stop sign.  And the person straight ahead was going straight.  It was my turn to go, so I went.

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(c) AdobeStock Photo

And then I heard a crash.