Two years ago I decided to do something different than the traditional and expected end-of-year goal re-evaluation. Somehow, reviewing how I did on my goals wasn’t very reassuring nor an accurate reflection of my accomplishments for the year. Rather, every year I would stare at my goal list with a bit of discouragement and embarrassment. My paper always lacked many coveted checkmarks next to the high hopes and ideals I had for my year.

On a snowy December day in 2018, I was sitting in my little black Prius in downtown Colorado Springs, waiting for the heater to kick in…

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I’ve been a WFH (Work From Home) businesswoman for nearly two decades. You would think that after so many years, I’d have a great system for staying productive and focused while doing business from my kitchen table.

Kitchen table? I know, I know…many people recommend NOT working from your kitchen table. I would agree that it’s not always the best place to get focused work done. Honestly, despite having a proper office space, my kitchen table is my go-to workspace. For one, I have an AMAZING view of Table Rock Lake from my kitchen table and it’s so inspiring. …

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Small pleasures that are vital aspects to a full life were taken for granted until suddenly handshakes and hugs were forbidden. Neighborly visits, birthday parties, visit from grandkids, being present for the birth of a baby, or sitting by the side of a dying loved one was ripped from our lives without warning, and overnight. Even the sharing of a smile is hidden behind a thin layer of decorative fabric.

As I find myself trying to communicate from a distance, separated by shields of plastic, following direction arrows taped to store floors and displays, getting irritated that I now can’t…

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Developing and protecting a healthy small business is done through simple, unseen ways. Much like washing our hands, daily tasks that we don’t usually find time for are the things that protect us from the unexpected.

Life is unpredictable. I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say our boat has been rocked this year. None of us could have fathomed 2020 would become so uncertain. Suddenly everyone is obsessed with washing hands; as if it is something new. …

Today I stumbled upon an old, unseen blog post I wrote on the day I made a tough choice.

The actual story of the events in the months and nearly a year leading up to my decision to let go of a dream is a book all its own. For the purposes of this post, I’ll simply say that something shifted deep inside of me in late 2014/early 2015. I was struggling in many areas in my life, especially emotionally. But then I encountered God like never before. …

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During a stroll among the Christmas decorations in a local shopping district with my 19-year-old son, we walked by a candy store when he suddenly stopped and declared that their window signs were cool and very “meta”.

(Meta? What on earth is “meta”? Please tell me I’m not the only middle-aged person who had no idea what he meant.)

Instead of nodding my head and pretending like I knew what he was talking about, I asked what he meant. Supposedly meta is a term used to define being self-aware. As in understanding your weaknesses, perceived or real, and acknowledging them…

It’s not too hard to do most things well. This realization popped into my mind as I’ve been pondering a few random things over the last month. Have you ever observed a thing or asked yourself a question that isn’t necessarily at the forefront of your mind? Rather, it’s kind of hanging out in the background, watching, and accumulating observations that speak to that question.

I’ve been accumulating for several weeks.

It started when I kept getting compliments on dishes I would bring to get-togethers with friends, networking groups, or at our church. It makes me happy to see people…

There’s something about the South. It’s really quite endearing and even though I lived near this particular area in the past (Northwest Arkansas), that was two decades ago. I’ve long since forgotten what the South is like.

I’m scraping the 50-year mark and I’ve lived all but 12 years in the Rocky Mountains. It’s my heritage. Four generations on both sides of my family have the wild west in them.

But the South fits, too.

I love that everything is slower here. I have shoes piled in various spots around the house because I’m always kicking them off. The feel of my feet on the…

A year ago our family took a vacation to Branson, Missouri. Truth be told, I was looking for a way to get out of the trip up until the day before we left. Branson wasn’t exactly on my list of hot vacation spots — if you know what I mean.

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For me, tooling around in an RV while exploring unique places or laying in the sun on a white beach, falling asleep to the sounds of waves is more my type of a getaway.

But Branson? Bleh.

However, the minute I stepped out of our old-man-tan Buick in a Wal-Mart…

I love being the mom of a son with Asperger’s Syndrome. Most people might not say that, but for nearly 19 years, I’ve loved every bit of who my son is. He really likes himself as well — and for that, I’m even more grateful.

Ironically, in some ways, my son has far better attributes than I do. He believes the best about everyone, forgives so fast, has the purest motives, and the kindest heart. He likes everybody.

(Imagine what our world would be like if we all were like that!)

But on occasion, I’m reminded of what Aspergers took…

Laura Prather

Microbiz Chick. Learning to write. Living beyond mediocrity. Living Deep.

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