Way back, during one of my winery gigs, we received training in one of the popular time management systems of the day. Doesn't matter which one.
The concept that really stuck with me was the emotional bank account. In our lives, we make deposits to that account when we give of ourselves to our families, our communities and to the world in general. We also make withdrawals. Face it, we do. There are times when we act solely in our own interests despite potential fallout.
The hope is that there is always a positive balance in that account. I hear that the overdraft charges are way unreasonable.
What's weighing on my brain today is what happens when one of the "good" activities that is undertaken to make those deposits turns out to be costly. When it becomes a downer that affects individual, family, job and maybe even health.
The answer, on the surface, appears so very obvious. If only it were that easy.
Abandoning the activity, in this instance (yes, I'm talking about something that I do in my community), leaves behind 7 years of attempting to gain the trust of a group of people. I believe that I have been somewhat successful in that. Bummer is that forces beyond my control make it hard for me to continue to deliver them anything.
I've made my decision. Thanks for your help!
I've had a nagging physical problem for several months. Testing and treatments have included x-rays, imaging, physical therapy and lots of pain killers, both OTC and prescribed. Beyond that, I have experienced acupuncture, massage and something resembling a Native American Healing.
Progress has been made but 6 months in, this ailment still affects me every dag-goned day.
I had a thought recently (surprise). If I was my client, how would I provide advocacy?
As a result, I have become more active in my own care. Conversationally and through research, a possible link to a cholesterol controlling substance was revealed. The FDA has issued warnings that several statin drugs may have physical and cognitive side effects not previously disclosed.
I've gone cold turkey on the drug and hope to see results in a few weeks. Stay tuned campers, there will be an update.
Don the Trustee
When my mother passed very suddenly some 16 years ago, I worked as a trustee for the first time. Her trust contained walnut orchards, peach orchards and a small vineyard. One of the properties was within the sphere of influence of the adjacent city and I dove in with the neighbors and started working on annexation. Loved this work back then and still find it very satisfying today.