Just sharing a few more bits of news about Big Time! The quote in the title is from a LinkedIn post Simone Stolzoff did on upcoming books – he recommended Big Time and called me the “time management GOAT” — love it.
I was a guest on the Liz Moody show this week. Liz has the #1 fitness and health podcast and we had a great conversation about making the most of our time (I may have gone overboard on recommending time tracking…). Please check that out!
I was also a guest on Amantha Imber’s podcast “How I work.” She’s talked with so many people about how they send their time and we had a good discussion of the themes in Big Time.
Earlier this week, Ball State University, which houses the Indiana Academy (my high school) did a feature on my career journey. I really did have to learn to manage my time at the Indiana Academy, and the lessons learned have helped me since.
I am this week’s guest on How to be Awesome at Your Job. I always love talking with Pete about how to make the work day better. There’s a whole chapter in Big Time on ways to stop wishing the work day away and we talk about some of these strategies.
I am a guest on the Energy and Hours podcast this week. Jill Wright and I chatted all things time and how we spend it, and how we can spend it better.
And in a slightly different vein — I’m a guest on Mindy Peterson’s Enhance Life with Music show – we talked about how to make time for music even in a busy life. Especially with music practice, the “Three times a week” mindset can be incredibly helpful.
More to come tomorrow — thanks for listening/reading. And to put at least some non-self-promotional content in here, here’s another spring-related sonnet called “After the storm.”
The sky puts on a mix of layered grays —
a contrast to the petals that remain
all stubborn, here in April’s final days,
against the clouds that brought a hard, chilled rain.
I shiver in this morning fraught with cold —
if afternoon will warm a few degrees.
Beneath the cherry trees — all gnarled, old —
a sea of pink, that fluttered in the breeze,
lies like a carpet. So the days rush past.
How can I miss the spring when all’s still cool?
The flowers wait for no one. What will last
more than a fortnight? All the colors pool
into a puddle, trickling down the street —
all mottled, what was glowing, what was sweet.
