My mini summer life list! Remember that?

Annie’s Summer “Inspire Me” list

1) Try 5 new (to me) coffee shops

2) Visit 3 new (to me) book stores

3) Take a class

4) Teach myself how to knit

5) Bake a cake from scratch

In July I was itching for new scenery and a jolt of creativity. A bump out of the (albeit minor) rut I felt like I was traveling in. Here’s how I fared:

Coffee shops. 3 out of 5. Not too shabby.

1. A funny little place up in Cottage Grove, Minnesota that, amongst get-me-outta-this-car-seat-or-die screams from the punkin, served up a delish bowl of raspberry frozen yogurt. It was a fro yo and coffee shop combo type of place. I went in for coffee, got distracted by the screams, saw the yogurt, and the rest was history. So, maybe this one doesn’t really count as a new coffee shop? Hmm.

2. A trendy place in midtown Kansas City. It was occupied with quite a few self-employers with laptops when I visited, which was interesting because it didn’t seem too comfortable of a place to work. Anyway, I walked in carrying a car seat, ordered a decaf, and felt like all eyes were on me. The barista had on a tshirt that said “Only your Mom drinks decaf.” Yeah. Weird. They served me up a delicious, perfectly bitter mocha, though, so I guess we’re even. Once I was back inside the safety of my car, I smiled and shrugged about the oddness of it all.

3. A mom and pop cafe in the old “downtown” district of a landlocked Kansas City suburb. Now THIS place I could get used to. Super friendly service, tons of tables with just enough ambient noise to differentiate it from a library, but serene enough of an atmosphere to focus on anything work-related you would ever need to. Not that I worked while I was there. After ordering my mocha I spied a cinnamon roll in the display case. I had to have it (duh) and babygirl and I relaxed in a booth while mama got her sugar rush on. Exploring a few new coffee shops was worth it for this find. Score.

 

Book stores. 3 for 3. Yes!

1. A family excursion to the park was perfectly extended with a trip to the highest profile private book store in Kansas City. You know, “the store” that gets all of the ungetable author events. A hardcover will cost you more than a steak dinner, but the service and the atmosphere make stopping in worthwhile. Dozens of signed posters from all of their author events supplied the proof of their high profile. The only names I can remember seeing were Anna Quindlen and Martha Stewart, but I remember recognizing almost every book cover poster, all prominently displayed high on a shelf that wrapped around the store.

Note: add “attend an author event” to my next list.

2. July 22nd. The lovely, inspiring, jam-packed book store and gift shop at the art museum. More than half of the space is packed with books, so into the book store category it falls. A huge selection of unique art and children’s books. As much as I love the children’s department at my local Barnes & Noble and all of the memory-jogging titles and authors it includes, it was so fun digging through a shelf of relative unknowns and absorbing the beautiful words and illustrations. I didn’t get to spend enough time in the store the first time we went – we had just spent two hours wandering around the museum itself and punkin was cooked – so we returned a couple weeks later to dig further. Worth it.

Also, it just occured to me that this would be a fun place to purchase a gift certificate for birthdays or holidays.

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3. A small, private shop in downtown Des Moines, Iowa. It’s been there forever, apparently, and while the service is nonexistent, the store itself is cute as a button. They didn’t seem to specialize in any category or genre of book, just remaining general and small and quiet. Nice.

 

Take a class. Done. Kind of.

Does a class for my kiddo count? I tend to ridiculously shy away from the typical mommy-and-me type classes (much to the detriment of my child), but decided to give Gymboree a shot. You know what? I didn’t melt, punkin loved it, and I walked away feeling great about having tried it out. I probably won’t go back, for no specific reason other than, well, I’m ridiculous, but it has opened my mind to testing out a couple other classes that I think I – and, more importantly, she – would enjoy. Swimming? Music? We’re on it.

Re-reading that paragraph, it sounds silly that attending this one class was such a big deal. But for a new mommy, it just was. This type of stuff is scary and unknown…and scary.

 

Knitting. Whoops.

I’ve bookmarked the YouTube videos and set a reminder to ask the neighbor to borrow her needles, this one’s going on the next list.

 

Scratch cake. Attempted.

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The Great Angel Food Flop. I came, I baked…I wish I could have conquered. I sifted and separated the egg whites and fluffed stiff peaks and baked, I cooled inverted on a wine bottle, I cut into it and…it was disgusting. Damnit! It looked great, but alas, something must have gone wrong in my sifting or folding of the ingredients, as there were giant pockets of unmixed flour, leaving the properly mixed portions of the cake gross, as not all the ingredients were mixed in and the flavor was off. Into the trash it went.

Disappointing, but hey, I could have tried a regular sheet cake and been confident from the beginning that it would have easily tasted fine. Angel food was a challenge, a cake I’ve loved all my life, and I closed the trash cabinet feeling proud that I even gave it a shot. I’ll be back, angel food. I’ll be back.

 

And there you have it! I felt pretty good about my list, even though I left a couple items uncrossed off. (Uncrossed off?) It was fun and it pushed me gently out of my comfort zone, encouraging me to get going on a few things I simply didn’t have a reason to jump into before. And I think that was the point. Right?

A good experiment and one I will be repeating. The power of a couple simple goals and a short timeline. Never ceases to amaze, even if those “goals” are mostly just for fun. Creating my list even inspired Hubz to get in on the act, and he crossed off a few life experiences/to-do’s/projects he had been meaning to tackle for a while, too.

Up next, perhaps a holiday season list? I haven’t been to a tree farm since I was a kid. I’ve never made homemade hot chocolate. Hmm…

Do tell – what’ve you been working on recently? What new experiences are you hoping to try out?

Hugs,

AS

 

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Personal development? I’m over it.

It’s exhausting. The image of what personal development means – thinking that I’m never good enough and have to work every day in order to find any measure of success at making myself better than I am? With the natural assumption, of course, that today, in my current state, I’m not good enough to make it? No thank you.

Let’s re-label.

Continual learning. Being a curious soul. Being opinionated, while simultaneously openminded to the opinions of others.

I always have to be better. I NEED TO BE BETTER! Ugh.

I need to be me. I need to be present and confident in who I am and what I am doing. Today. Right now. I need to be all of that now and open to so much more later.

Confident and humble.

Satisfied yet hungry.

This is a lifetime thing, this learning stuff. It’s not a race with a finish line. So why stress about it? This is learning through life and not allowing the thoughts of I’m not good enough creep in.

Because we might be dedicated to constantly learning, but that doesn’t mean we’re not happy with what – or who – we are today.

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You with me?

Let’s do this. :)

Hugs,
AS

 

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This is such an interesting (and geeky!) way of viewing an election map; based on right- or left-leaning book sales. Check it out:

Amazon Election Heat Map 2012

Click on the link to view more details, and while you’re there (and scratching your head over what this map means), scroll down to peek at the list of top-selling “Red” and “Blue” books. Interesting, eh?

This is pretty neat, Amazon. Pretty neat.

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Day 1: The baby woke up at 5am, instead of her usual 7. Then she “dirtied” all over her pajamas, but I didn’t notice it until I’d carried her around for a while, so I had “dirty” all over my shirt, too. That morning, the dog was overly anxious, and in addition to asking to go out no come in no go out but I want to come back in! for several straight hours, she twice ran right underneath my feet, almost causing me to trip. One of those times I was holding the baby, almost fell, and scared the crap out of myself.

My cell phone rang twice with wrong numbers, our home phone rang eight – eight – times with sales calls. The dog went out in the afternoon and rolled in something dead, twice, so I had to stop what I was doing and wipe her down, twice.

At 2pm I realized I had no groceries in the house, and therefore no options for dinner.

I didn’t hear back all day from four people I had contacted over the weekend about Vemma.

An article I submitted for publication was published, but was highly edited. I couldn’t find the version of the copy I sent in, so I didn’t have any option to learn from my mistakes. I sulked for a while, feeling frustrated that, ugh, I’m just not getting this journalistic writing thing.

My inbox was inundated all day, I wasn’t able to keep up, and by the end of the day my unreads were over 100.

After dinner there was an enormous stack of dirty dishes to do.

The baby was having a rough evening. I missed a leadership call at 7pm I had hoped to call into.

I fell into bed at 10pm without writing the blog post I had planned in my head all day, without finishing tidying up the living room, without having written a single word in my journal, without having completed my Vemma goals for the day, without having sent those papers to my CPA, without having filled my car tires with air (that they desperately need), and without making any progress on my currently assigned SPN article, Vemma follow up list, or basement organization project.

Day 2: I woke up early, felt rested, so I decided to stay up. I spent the early morning responding to several text messages, cruising Facebook and Twitter, and making myself cinnamon toast. I love cinnamon toast.

I took a walk with the baby mid-morning, had a lovely conversation with my mom, sent a few photos via text to other family members, and enjoyed the beautiful fall day.

I watered the plants, planned two new recipes to try for the week, and thought about the fun weekend we just had. I spent a few minutes catching up with two old friends and connected again with a new friend, a soul sister in books and real estate and defining your own life that I had recently gotten to know.

I talked with Hubz mid-day, just to say hi. I went to the grocery store and Punkin racked up several more amazing hair/gorgeous eyes/she seems happy/perfectofcourseduh compliments.

The baby had a great first half of the day, and during the second half we finally tried out the Baby Bjorn. She smiled and giggled for 45 minutes as I ran around the house with her getting things done. I snapped a photo and a short video and sent them to Hubz and my Mom. They both responded quickly with funny comments that made me smile.

I received a flattering compliment on my businesses from an old high school friend and a kind email from a blog subscriber about my writing.

Hubz loved the dinner I made, we cleaned up and laughed as he also tried on the Bjorn and made the baby giggle again. We all snuggled into the couch as Monday night football was on in the background and the dog bounced around the living room with her tennis ball. We talked about work and this coming weekend and family and a few financial goals.

I made a note in my phone about a couple small projects I would like to tackle this week, began planning one in my head, came up with good ideas, and recorded them. I cleaned out a plastic bin of storage from underneath the guest room bed and did a load of laundry.

I picked out a new book to read and got through the introduction.

I talked to a friend in the evening who got her Vemma order going again, and gave me a fabulous update on her recent trip to Napa Valley. I closed out the night communicating with three Vemma brand partners, sending encouragement and recognition to two others, and thinking about a couple ways to take better advantage of my real estate license. I rocked the baby to sleep while enjoying the wafts of crisp fall air flowing in through her open window, and got to bed at a decent hour.

Two days. One good. One not so good.

Two days. But they weren’t two different days, of course, they were the same day.

They were yesterday.

Perspective. It makes all the difference in the world.

Focusing on the golden stuff,
AS

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A disciplined Monday

September 26, 2012

Today is Monday. Today was a Monday. You know?

A weekend filled with visiting family and unusually early four-and-a-half-month-old baby wake up calls left me foggyheaded this morning. The feeling continued as the day went on.

You know those days when your brain is ready to go and be all productive, but you just can’t convince your body to make the motions? Yeah. That.

I don’t think I’ve ever written about it, but the words that Hubz and I decided back in January would define our year were Path, Push, Focus, and Discipline. (Here were our words for 2011.)

Today, as I realized it was late morning and upon reviewing the score – emails sent: 0, dishes done: 0, conversations with mascara wand: 0 – I got to thinking about discipline.

Discipline isn’t only about forcing yourself to do 15 reps instead of 8 or keeping your self-imposed office hours nomatterwhat or never eating carbs.

Sometimes, I believe, discipline can be about the little stuff. That slight edge. The tiny differences throughout the day that on their own aren’t much, but when added up, turn a day wasted into a lovely list of little accomplishments.

Ok. So it might not be the day that the laundry and the dishes and your eyelashes are all in a wrapped up in a state of perfection. And it might not be the day that you achieve inbox zero and publish two blog posts and enroll three new brand partners, but honestly, what day is? Aren’t all days simply a collection of little decisions, added up to create a colorful picture of productivity in business and mommyhood and…life?

Like sending two quick texts to Vemma team members to check in on last week’s accomplishments while feeding your baby. Or doing three speedy dishes out of the giant stack when she’s quiet with a toy on the living room floor. Returning to do three more when she’s temporarily entertained by the dog bounding across the foyer.

Like typing a few thoughts into a text file with one hand while she wriggles and kicks on your lap, because she isn’t happy anywhere else this late in the day and you’re just not willing to lose the inspiration.

And like recognizing that your foggy head just won’t do well with the numbers you have to look up for your accountant, so you settle for creating a to do list for the week’s projects. At least you can start organizing them in your head.

Something, albeit something small, is better than nothing.

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That slight edge. I’m banking today on the fact that it all adds up.

AS

Note: And in proof that Monday truly was a Monday, I didn’t get a chance to publish this until Wednesday. Weeee!

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Summer mini book reviews

September 18, 2012

A few months ago, in honor of my 31st birthday, I wrote thirty-one short and sweet book reviews. It was so much fun to gather up the titles and authors and to think back about how I felt after reading each one. I also realized how much I enjoy writing – and reading – short reviews.

Who needs multiple paragraphs when a sentence or two will do. Right? Right.

Even with the addition of Mommy to my list of roles in my life, I have somehow still been able to squeeze in a bit of reading here and there. Here is everything I read this summer (June, July, and August) and my quick thoughts on each. Hope you find a tidbit or two to take with you the next time you dive into your nearest bookstore. Enjoy!

Trump: How to Get Rich, by Donald J Trump
Jumps around from topic to topic, but such a classic. Solid advice. The day-in-the-life section is worth the price (money and time) of the book alone.

Rich Like Them: My Door-to-Door Search for the Secrets of Wealth in America’s Richest Neighborhoods, by Ryan D’Agostino
I expected a fluffy account of the author’s travels. Wasn’t what I expected, but in a good way. D’Agostino did a great job of weaving a narrative with strong advice on life and business and success amongst the story of his travels.

The $100 Startup: Reinvent the Way You Make a Living, Do What You Love, and Create a New Future, by Chris Guillebeau
Clear. Concise. Motivating. Reassuring. Energizing. Fascinating. Simplifying.

Sell Your Crap (ebook), by Adam Baker
Short and easy read. Tons of useful, honest information about a practical approach to minimalism.

House Rules: A Novel, by Jodi Picoult
Wow. This book was enthralling. Easy to read yet powerful. Couldn’t put it down.

The Joy of Less, A Minimalist Living Guide: How to Declutter, Organize, and Simplify Your life, by Francine Jay
Not that I’m some minimalism expert, but this was pretty basic. Good reminders, though. Quick read.

Pinfluence: The Complete Guide to Marketing Your Business with Pinterest, by Beth Hayden
Perfect. A how-to guide for beginners yet with marketing strategies and tips even the pro’s might not have thought of. Nicely done.

I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts On Being a Woman, by Nora Ephron
Hilarious in that endearing “Oh my God that’s totally me!” type of way. Gracious, could that woman write. Inspiring.

I Remember Nothing: And Other Reflections, by Nora Ephron
Not as entertaining as I Feel Bad About My Neck, IMHO, but enjoyable nonetheless. This was her last book, written when she knew her time was limited, and there is a strong reflective vibe to it. Powerful at times. Emotional, too.

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain
Can’t believe I’d never read this classic. So good. Who knew it was such a ridiculously fun story!

Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns), by Mindy Kaling
And I officially love Mindy Kaling. The end.

Winning Balance: What I’ve Learned So Far about Love, Faith, and Living Your Dreams, by Shawn Johnson
Writing was ok, but the flow was awful. Bounced around everywhere. However, the inside details about her thoughts, feelings, and experiences related to her gymnastics career were fascinating. Well worth the read. She journals and writes poetry and has a deep faith and close family ties and wins Gold medals? What an impressive gal.

Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake, by Anna Quindlen
Perfect read for the sixty year-old parent of (youngish) grown children. I am not one of those. Found it enjoyable anyway. Rocking writing. Wow.

Eat and Run: My Unlikely Journey to Ultramarathon Greatness, by Scott Jurek
Interesting. While I’m not much of a runner I, oddly, like reading books from the ultramarathoners. Didn’t like this one as much as those by Dean Karnazes and Christopher McDougall, but with the unique addition of descriptions of and recipes from Jurek’s vegan lifestyle, plus his fascinatingly struggle-filled childhood, it was worth the read.

That’s it! Fun stuff. Bring on the fall reads.

As a friendly reminder, feel free to follow along with the full list of everything I’ve read this year (and years past).

Whatcha reading?

In book geekery,

AS

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Are you who I’m looking for?

September 13, 2012

I’m looking for someone that resonates with this:

Or this:

(Or, for more, this.)

If that’s you, or your friend, or your neighbor, or your brother’s roommate’s cousin’s pastor’s daughter’s dog walker, please contact me.

annie AT anniesorensen DOT com

I have been a part of Vemma for over five years and now, four months after Babygirl’s arrival, I’m ramping things back up in a big way this fall. I know what I’m doing. I know where I’m going. I’m looking for a couple people to take with me.

Can’t wait to work together,
AS

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Killing off the complicatedness

September 10, 2012

Sometimes I feel like I make things too complicated.

Clean out this entire house. We have too much stuff! Ahhhh! Why don’t I start with this drawer? Ten minutes a day. Five, even. Start there.

Replace a 6-figure income! I need to start a side business to replace his entire income! Really, Annie? Can you get any more overwhelming than that? Let’s first focus on an additional $100 bucks a month. Then $1000. Then $1500. Go from there. Because you know what? Creating thousands every month takes just about the same actions as creating a hundred every month. Just repeated. Again and again.

The next house and/or city we move to will be our end all be all forever house. We better KNOW it’s the right place before we ever decide to go. We have to be sure sure sure! Oh geez. Can I focus more on today, please? Right now. What do we want for the next year? But schools! Friends! Activities as babygirl grows older! She’s only four months old. Live for right NOW. Stop trying to make decisions for what you think you will want five years from now. Even two years from now.

Maybe it’s my pregnancy brain that quickly morfed into mommy brain, maybe it’s the reflection on life and what you’re doing with it that comes from a major life change. I don’t really know. But I do know that I’m quick to look at the giant picture lately, the enormous picture, and not in the good “take a step back and look at the big picture” way. I’m too often wondering how I’m ever going to climb the mountain without even considering that perhaps I should just, you know, take a step or two. I’ve been looking over the little things, the simplifications. I’m fast to make things a bigger deal than they are.

So here’s my resolution to continue to question the section of my brain that is making life a bit too complicated. My resolution to take every assumption, step back a few feet – a few miles – and politely tear it to pieces.

With simplicity comes clarity. Don’t you think?

Happy Monday. A big week around here with appointments and home projects. But even more, our Vemma business is ramping up in ways that have my head spinning. Amazingness is ahead. I’m ready for it. I’m excited for it.

 

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Simplifying and happy about it,
AS

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