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Do you remember what you learned on the last day of third grade?

No?

Me either. But I did learn a few things today…

• Two nine-year-old girls are fun together.
• Girls change clothes before (and after) dance class much more quickly when they have the right incentive.
• It’s better with friends.
• Fathers should wear tennis shoes to the park.
• I still like love to play tag.
• Life isn’t fair, especially when you didn’t hear that someone else is now “it” and you were just tagged.
• Overtired 9-year-olds can still have meltdowns.
• It’s easier for (some) adults to ponder this important question: Would you rather be right or be happy?

I’m grateful that I could spend the afternoon with my daughter and her friend. I hope I find this again in a few (or many) years and it jogs my memory.

Photo credit: alkruse24

Ingredients

• One medium conference room
• Four tables
• Chairs as needed
• Eleven smart, creative, experienced people
• One packaged topic

Directions

• Arrange chairs around the tables
• Place people in the room
• Close door
• Stir with laughter
• Uncork the topic
• Shake gently
• Simmer 90 minutes
• Open door
• Allow people to trickle out

Servings

• Unlimited possibilities

Warnings

• May cause allergic reaction for those with closed minds
• May cause insomnia

Photo credit: H is for Home

I was talking on the phone with my mom last night. Near the end of the conversation, she told a story I had not heard before.

“Write that down! It’s a good idea for a blog post,” I said.

“Really? A story about a yellow crayon?” Mom sounded almost dismissive.

“Yeah. It’s a good story! I think people will relate to it.”

“Hmm. I’ll have to find a way to make it about happiness.”

I don’t know if mom will blog about the yellow crayon, but I liked the story. After our conversation, I wondered if she would even have noticed those thoughts, let alone considered writing about them. I must have (and forget) a dozen random thoughts each day that teach a lesson, tell a story, or make a point. Some are silly, some are smart, and sometimes I trip over something profound.

How many times do you pass over little things in your day? How often do you dismiss a memory from your past, just because it was “no big deal?” Some of them may be worth another look.

You don’t know what might be of value to another. What may be “just a pebble” to you could trigger an avalanche of insights or opportunities for someone else. By not sharing, you deprive them of the chance to benefit.

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