'Tis the season. . .to reconnect

'Tis the season - Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa. Here in the U.S., we've begun filling the stores, visiting the websites and draining our bank accounts. If we're not buying gifts for others and the occasional gift for ourselves (one for you and two for me), we're decking the halls and painting the walls. Yes, it's time for forced merriment.

Please, I am not a Scrooge nor a Grinch or any other smile-robbing bandit. I love the holidays. And part of me is glad that some people are pushed into celebrating and entertaining and reconnecting. Some people just need "a little Christmas" to get them out of the shell and into the "bowl of cherries".

I just wish we would spend more time during the year, appreciating each other, reaching out to each other and taking stock of our faith and fortunes. Even if it's just a Facebook howdy or a quick Tweet; why do we wait until December to see what's up with the people that parade in and out of our memories? And, why do we close the door come January 2?

I will tell you why - because it's hard! Our days are long and filled with job worries, financial woes, health issues and other obligations. The kids need to be schlepped to soccer and their science project is due on Monday. Your mother needs a ride to the doctor appointment and Aunt Betty needs someone to go to the grocery store for her. If we find some precious time with nothing planned, we collapse into the chair and stare at the television.

My nails need a manicure desperately and that closet of mine has exploded again. I can't find a damn thing on my desk, let alone a pen, and you want me to write Christmas cards? It's not going to happen. It's just too hard!

So I've been giving this reconnecting thing some thought and was reminded of something one of my old CEOs would do. Each week I would send him a list of five names of our sales people. And each morning of every week, during his 10 AM coffee, he would call one of these people. Just one person a day and when we had gone through the list, he would start over again. It wasn't hard at all.

I bet I could make one extra phone call a day and maybe send one extra email or write a short note. I'm not going to send out 300 Christmas cards in a mad rush during the next week, but I can take that list and make it my mission for the entire year.

The holidays are upon us: there are parties planned, concerts and performances scheduled, places to travel. I will see many of you over the course of the next month. But if I don't and if you don't get that Christmas card (again), just know that you are on my list and in my memories. And when you least expect it, I will be at the other end of the phone.

Peace out.

Social Jumpstart

There was a recent article on social media, suggesting that most people were "searching" for connection with others and self; finding their voice. I believe it's a fair assessment and is underscored by the popularity of the Facebook "quiz"; what are you doing? what do you want to do? who do you love? where should you be? how tall are you? who is the ghost sleeping in your bedroom?

I took that last quiz to find that I'm sharing my room with a poor little girl that lived in an orphanage and was poisoned. Now, exactly what did I think I was going to get from that quiz and isn't that a quite morbid response? Why couldn't I have a beautiful, winged angel, gently watching over me as I slept?

There is something for everyone on "Quiz Monster". And, let's not forget "Living Social". Our need to share every little thing with everyone. Oh, I'm guilty. It's a jumpstart to friendship. I can meet new people and don't have to waste time filling them in on all the little chit chat that goes on with those initial meetings. They know my favorite music, cereals, and what I bought last. I've shared; now we can move on and get down to more important things...all those things that I don't post or take a quiz to reveal.

I can't figure out if I'm lazy or impatient. But, I am enjoying the connections with people from my life that I may never have seen or spoken to again; and the new faces that have fastly become connected.

It's keeping the village in tact. I just wonder what happens when the computer crashes????? I think the phone still works.