We explore a variety of topics and issues of the day. Tell us what you think.
Lately, I’ve been seeing more iceberg infographics. You know what I’m talking about. Visuals that depict the visible and invisible. The known and unknown. The concept that we only scratch the “tip of the iceberg” when we focus on what we see and not the 90 percent below the surface or water line.(more)
What happens when your inner voice disagrees with the data? Do you follow the GPS app that shows the trail continues precipitously, along jagged rocks by the rushing water? My husband, the fearless explorer, wanted to do just that. I reviewed the situation and yelled an expletive that I didn’t care what the GPS showed, I wasn’t going that way.(more)
How many times have you been “ghosted” in the past month? Once, twice or more? I’m not talking about the world of dating, telemarketing or apparitions. Rather, I’m referring to those business situations when someone you know doesn’t answer your emails or calls. At times, it feels like “ghosting” has become the norm and not the exception.(more)
The other day I found a brown suede shoe on a log.
I wondered about the owner of this well-worn, women’s shoe that was carefully balanced on the remains of a majestic tree. Why did she wear heels on a hike? Did she limp back to her car with only one shoe? Or, did she lose the shoe after changing into hiking boots halfway along the trail? Who placed that shoe on the log, hoping the owner would return to claim it?(more)
Are you a planner or a “cross that bridge when you come to it” person? Like many of us, I have both tendencies. If I don’t have a plan in place, I worry. On the other hand, this communicator enjoys being spontaneous. I love a little wiggle room. My ENTP personality – based on the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator® – has a reputation for challenging the status quo and uncovering the possibilities.(more)
Like clockwork, yellow daisies cover Georgia’s Arabia Mountain every fall. This vivid sight always inspires me. These cousins of sunflowers gather in sandy patches across granite outcrops in Georgia, Alabama, North and South Carolina. As I hiked the blooming landscape outside Atlanta last weekend, I wondered about my own yellow daisy, that experience that happens once a year.(more)