I thought I pull out a few of the one (and two) liners that resonated most from my Ignite Cincinnati #4 Presentation, 20 Tips on Starting a Business.
"I think I fit the definition of a Serial Entrepreneur, which is someone whose started a whole bunch of businesses and not made enough money to retire yet".
"When you start a business be very clear why your doing it. Maybe you want to stick it to your boss who fired you".
"Be very careful about hiring your friends if you want to keep them as your friends after your business fails!"
"When you're negotiating with your customers there is one key phrase you need to tell them. Show me the money!".
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Annie I love your swimsuit! You look so comfy and chic! And Liam is seriously, the cutest! He's stylin' and ready for the cover of GQ! :)
Awwe, thank you! I never get tired of hearing compliments about my baby :) I hope your pregnancy is going well!
This article was originally published in A Short History of the Drama. Martha Fletcher Bellinger. New York: Henry Holt and Company, 1927. p. 33.
LIKE most of the earlier Athenian poets, Aeschylus was intensely national. His plays reveal a constant care and anxiety for Greece and the traditions of greatness which she had inherited. The Persians is in a sense the earliest specimen of Greek history in existence. It was composed in the full flood of national pride, in the face of the humiliation of the enemy. Aeschylus sings,
Aristocratic in his principles, Aeschylus believed that the government of the state should lie upon the shoulders of the educated and the well-born. The rights of suppliant and guest are sacred. Hospitality is one of the paramount duties. Liberty, reverence for the gods, generous suffering for the good of others, and the ancient noble heritage of the Greeks--these are topics on which he loves to dwell. His moral earnestness is apparent in each one of his plays. To him Zeus was the sublime and just ruler of the universe, punishing sin and evil. There are laws of right and good in accordance with which man must live; but patience in suffering disarms even the wrath of the gods and brings rest at last.
Mixed with his deeply religious temperament were all sorts of ancient superstitions, mingled with a tinge of wholesome skepticism. In his plays, as in some of the examples of primitive drama, there are lessons in geography, in the history of civilization, and in the origin of human customs. The very core and kernel of one of his greatest plays, the Prometheus, is the spectacle of an undefeated will struggling against an enthroned power. Aeschylus placed the wreath of immortality upon him whose courage and determination held fast in the face of threatened disaster.
....there is no beauty to this post.....there are no extravagant pictures, no recipes, ideas or euphoric aha moments I want to share.....nothing other than me and my red couch; surrounded by bare and paint stripped walls that once shelved pictures of my dear family that I love so much.....
....this is where we arrived hours after our closing.....our first apartment together.....Stefan was the husband who carried me over the doorway of our home when we entered its new bareness.....the day that we walked in every room of the house and sipped champagne because we were so excited we found a three bedroom home.....except I didn't sip champagne.....I sipped sparkling water because I was pregnant......pregnant with a baby that I lost at 10 weeks along.....this is the place that I came home to sob for days for the baby that wouldn't be......this is the place that housed our discussion when Stefan was asked to move to London and instead, he took a 6 month assignment and we commuted every other weekend for visits......this is the apartment I came home to during that 6 months when I worked harder than I did the entire 12 years of my career.....partly because it made the time pass by faster, but also because I was in a bad career slump....
....this is the home that after a two month sabbatical to spend time with my husband in London that we started planning for another baby.....the one that made me a Momma....the one that changed everything about how I perceived life.....the baby who made my career goals vanish the instant her warm and wrinkled little 8 lb, 2 oz body was placed on my chest....this is the home I paced night upon night when she had day/night confusion......the home I told Stefan through wet tears that I couldn't imagine leaving her to go back to work.....the career, that after pulling myself out of the slump, was going exceptionally well.....but none of that mattered.....
....my kitchen cabinets that are now dry and empty is where Stefan came home from work when Elsie was 6 months old to find a positive pregnancy stick......I am not sure why I put it there, but I had 2 more big fat positives in my bathroom, too; because I kept testing to really make sure......it just couldn't be.....I'll never forget the excited look on his face that we were going to do it again....nine months later, this is the apartment where I stood at my front door with two neighbors consoling me.....crying that two babies was too much for me to handle.....and those neighbors saw the good days and the bad.....and those neighbors are life long friends......
.....this is the apartment we finally got our groove on with two little girls in the house.....Callie's love for life was apparent from her first smile and Elsie's doting compassion have been a sweet combination.....everywhere I look in this apartment is a memory of the 3.5 year sisterhood that has evolved.....the crayon marks on the wall from where their craft table used to be, the Cinderella stickers that are stuck to a few squares of my hard woods, the permanent marker scribbles all over my silverware drawer, the dents in their wall from having talent shows and banging their instruments in perfect unison against them....it's been so perfect here......among all of the imperfections of living in such a small space....
.....and most recently, Brody.....the baby that opened my eyes to why the suburbs would be best for our family.....the one who I rocked in my bedroom while one of the grandmothers stayed in his nursery/office after his arrival.....the sweet little newborn who stole my heart in an entire new way than either of my girls did.....the one who now gets thrown in our closet in a pack and play when we have guests.....the one who shares his own space with an office.....the one we wake up every time we need the computer, the printer or a file that we have to review post bedtime.....the sweet boy who goes with the flow, but craves the outdoors.....the toddler who instantly leaves his crib in the morning and hands me his shoes because he wants to go outside.....the little boy who loves to run, roll in grass, and explore......the one who will love the suburbs more than any of us.....
....this is the apartment where all of my babies arrived from the hospital.....the place we told them, welcome home......
....this is the same bare apartment that seemed so big in the beginning and is now a crowded space to our party of five.....this is where all of the dreams Stefan and I planned as a newly engaged couple came true.....this will always be our first home and I will miss it so very, very much.....
....in seven hours the moving trucks arrive....I will have one last weep walking through the empty apartment and then the chapter will be closed and sealed....when we walk out the healing will begin....the mourning of the end of this phase of our lives will be over and the newness of our future will bloom......
.....but for tonight, I will let myself feel the pain and sadness.....tonight I will remain raw because I know that feeling every part of it; missing it so intensely in these moments on the eve of moving day is what I need in order to thrive and prosper in our future.....