<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652317452907347051</id><updated>2009-01-15T19:13:28.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtney Corey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.courtneycorey.com/blog/'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.courtneycorey.com/blog/atom.xml'/><author><name>Courtney Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775711160564783755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652317452907347051.post-1625661315104130533</id><published>2009-01-15T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:13:28.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Adventures in African Drumming</title><content type='html'>I am currently marking off things from a long-standing list of "Things I Want To Do."  The most recent undertaking was bringing my son to an African Drumming Class.  Greeted at the door by a beautiful maternal African woman, who called me "mommy," I knew we were in for a treat.  We spent a half hour playing different rhythms on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Djembe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accompianing&lt;/span&gt; our instructor as he added extra rhythms on top of our own.  We sang, danced, and embraced the music.  I looked over to my son at one point, and he had closed his eyes, so that he could &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; the music.  His body swayed from side to side, as his little hands made contact with the drum head.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was at this moment I realized that the need to express ourselves through music is something that is innate to all of us.  Other cultures sing and dance all the time to celebrate, to teach, to tell stories.  When did we as modern-day Westerners become so disjointed from our natural inclinations to sing and dance?  So many adults will say, "Oh, I can't sing," or "I don't play an instrument."  A child would never say those things.  They sing and dance without inhibition.  Maybe it is time for all of us to add &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt; back onto our lists of "Things I Want To Do."&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/1625661315104130533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652317452907347051&amp;postID=1625661315104130533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/1625661315104130533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/1625661315104130533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.courtneycorey.com/blog/2009/01/adventures-in-african-drumming.html' title='Adventures in African Drumming'/><author><name>Courtney Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775711160564783755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652317452907347051.post-7939845440531532525</id><published>2009-01-13T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:21:38.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind-Body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Cardio Snob Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>So today I decided to take the "CardioMix" class at the gym.  The gym and I are just getting reacquainted after many, many months.  Let me rephrase that...after many, many &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;.  And this class, even though I knew it was an old school aerobics class (which I hate), fit into my schedule.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked into the room and instantly realized the clientele was drastically different than the yoga classes I occasionally visit.  Mature women who are the diehard Jazzercise type, and lots of stay-at-home moms trying to lose that baby weight which has built up over the years.  Almost all the women had slender torsos, and the ubiquitous pear-shaped lower halves.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took my place somewhere in the middle of the floor (not too far back so I could see, not too far forward so the peppy teacher wouldn't engage in ultra-positive, cheerleader banter with me during pony steps.)  The woman to the right of the instructor was deemed the low-impact model.  Obviously this women was an institution to the class, probably having attended it since the early 1980s when the class began.  She was well-equipped with a floral leotard, white tights, and bright white Reeboks.  (This is 2009?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I felt that I had already started out being very judgmental, and my bias leaned even further when the CD (which played songs which were neither current, nor retro) skipped about 50 times.  The instructor didn't really seem to care, and neither did all 40 or so bouncy students.  No one even cared that she had choreographed in 3/4 time to 4/4 music!  Here is where the music snob in me started to surface.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having sustained a back injury last year, I followed "white tights" and kept things moderately easy.  After a series of about 80 or so grapevines, one of the students yelped at the top of her lungs.  Her battle cry was echoed by other whoop-whoops and hollers.  It began to sound like a tribal celebration of women who were ecstatic they were able to endure so many heel-kicks, step-touches, and jazz-squares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My indignation began to wear off, as I realized I was the only one not having fun.  Everyone else was present minded, open minded, and truly joyous.  And if all it takes is a kick ball change, than I should follow suit.  So, I threw out the ego, and bounced my way through the end of the class, where I ended up with sweat dripping off my face, and a smile.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/7939845440531532525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652317452907347051&amp;postID=7939845440531532525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/7939845440531532525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/7939845440531532525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.courtneycorey.com/blog/2009/01/cardio-snob-enlightenment.html' title='Cardio Snob Enlightenment'/><author><name>Courtney Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775711160564783755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652317452907347051.post-7338698116230738057</id><published>2009-01-10T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:03:09.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Speaking'/><title type='text'>Public Speaking and Nerves</title><content type='html'> The next time you have to speak in front of an audience, think nothing of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;past&lt;/span&gt; and nothing of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;.  Do not worry if you forget the lines you have spent so long practicing.  Do not worry what the audience will think of you.  The only way to create synergy with your audience is if you stay connected to the present moment. Show your audience the joy you have for what you are speaking about, and you will have success.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/7338698116230738057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652317452907347051&amp;postID=7338698116230738057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/7338698116230738057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/7338698116230738057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.courtneycorey.com/blog/2009/01/public-speaking-and-nerves.html' title='Public Speaking and Nerves'/><author><name>Courtney Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775711160564783755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652317452907347051.post-8365685561839297828</id><published>2009-01-10T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:57:44.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thich Nhat Hahn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindfulness'/><title type='text'>Excerpt from "Peace Is Every Step"</title><content type='html'>The following is an excerpt from Thich Nhat Hanh's "Peace Is Every Step."&lt;div&gt;Enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twenty-Four Brand New Hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every morning, when we wake up, we have twenty-four brand new hours to live.  What a precious gift!  We have the capacity to live in a way that these twenty-four hours will bring peace, joy, and happiness to ourselves and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace is present right here and now, in ourselves and in everything we do and see.  The question is whether or not we are in touch with it.  We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living.  We have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/8365685561839297828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652317452907347051&amp;postID=8365685561839297828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/8365685561839297828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/8365685561839297828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.courtneycorey.com/blog/2009/01/excerpt-from-peace-is-every-step.html' title='Excerpt from &quot;Peace Is Every Step&quot;'/><author><name>Courtney Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775711160564783755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652317452907347051.post-1197525084247435781</id><published>2009-01-06T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:16:47.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"I Love You"</title><content type='html'>My uncle, Keith, passed away last spring.  It was quite sudden.  He had miraculously lived into his mid 40's, although had barely been expected to make it past childhood.  Keith was born with spina bifida, a condition that caused him to be paralyzed.  He had defied all medical timelines, and his optimism and zest for life, plus his mother's amazing care, I believe, is the reason he lived such a full life.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing I will remember most about Keith was that he said, "I love you" all the time. Probably twenty times a day or more to the various people he interacted with.  His mom, his sister, his nephew, his cousin, his dog, the next door neighbor, probably even the postal carrier! He and I would sit in his room, watching a baseball game, and out of the blue he would say, "I love you."  I accepted it as a kid.  (That's Keith's way, I would think.)  I probably grew slightly weary of it as a teenager.  But, as an adult, I began to realize how amazing it was to hear those three words so often.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my son was born, Keith constantly told him how much he loved him.  Little Jack would waddle around not really responding to Keith's affection.  He was too busy playing with toys, running around, getting in trouble... (Poor Keith, I would think.)  I think Jack's lack of understanding hurt him.  But finally when Jack was about four-years old, he told Keith that he loved him, too.  Around that same time, I noticed Jack telling me how much he loved me every day, and my husband, and our parents, and our pets!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith died shortly after that.  He will be greatly missed, but this profound lesson that he taught our family will live on for generations.  We are a family that tells each other every day that we love one another.   Thank you, Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/1197525084247435781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652317452907347051&amp;postID=1197525084247435781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/1197525084247435781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/1197525084247435781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.courtneycorey.com/blog/2009/01/i-love-you.html' title='&quot;I Love You&quot;'/><author><name>Courtney Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775711160564783755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652317452907347051.post-2843737675302609812</id><published>2008-06-15T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:58:48.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Speaking'/><title type='text'>UM, LIKE, and Other Verbal Static</title><content type='html'>How many conversations have you been privy to where all you could notice were the incessant verbal ramblings of the other speaker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, James.  How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I am, you know.  I was, like, really busy all last week, with meetings and all.  Working twelve hour days…  It was rough, you know what I mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty annoying, isn’t it?  Now, turn the mirror onto your own speech patterns.  I bet most people have fallen victim to language blunders at one time or another.  I know I have.  Hey, if you hear others doing it, chances are you may fall into similar speech patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes, we use, what I call, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;verbal static&lt;/span&gt; to bide us some time as we are coming up with the right words to say.  By using words and phrases such as “um,” “like,” and “you know,” we speak in very ambling pattern, taking quite a bit of time to get to the point of our message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pauses in speech (point) to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; – not, … a lack of thinking, a gap between thoughts, some psychic tension, or embarrassment,” says linguist and author Michael Erard, in his book “UM – Slips, Stumbles, and Verbal Blunders, and What They Mean.”&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, don't beat yourself up because you said the word "like" twenty-five times today.  Instead, keep the momentum of your thoughts moving forward.  Tune in to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meaning&lt;/span&gt; of your speech, do not dwell on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;static&lt;/span&gt;.  And when you get a chance, pick up a copy of Michael Erard's amusing book.  His tales of verbal blunders will entertain and also let you know we all have had our moments of slips and stumbles, no matter how eloquent we think we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/2843737675302609812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652317452907347051&amp;postID=2843737675302609812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/2843737675302609812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/2843737675302609812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.courtneycorey.com/blog/2008/02/um-like-and-other-verbal-static.html' title='UM, LIKE, and Other Verbal Static'/><author><name>Courtney Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775711160564783755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652317452907347051.post-5840792248091485969</id><published>2008-06-08T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:59:49.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Being Green in the Workplace</title><content type='html'>Is having an eco-conscious image an asset in the workplace?  Since Al Gore’s “Inconvenient Truth” hit the big screen, we have seen a growing trend towards environmental awareness.   Many companies have taken the leap into the global consciousness arena.  Whether these organizations are truly concerned about our global futures, or they are jumping on a PR bandwagon is up for debate.  Nevertheless, the result is a marketplace where “being green” is becoming a prerequisite for consideration as being competitive and progressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Society for Human Resource Management (SHRM) recently released the results of their Green Workplace Survey. 50% of the surveyed (US) organizations claimed to have a formal or informal environmental responsibility policy, yet 43% have no such policy and no plans to implement one within the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the companies that have implemented environmental responsibility programs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         44% cited improved employee morale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         16% cited increased employee loyalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         42% cited stronger public image for the company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         20% cited increased consumer/customer confidence/choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         19% cited a positive financial bottom line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the companies who found obstacles creating environmental programs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         85% said the difficulties were due to implementation cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         74% said the difficulties were due maintenance cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         43% stated the difficulties were because of the lack of management support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         25% stated the difficulties were because of the lack of employee support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         20% were concerned about workplace inefficiency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, of these companies who have not put into practice any environmental efforts, 73% percent of surveyed employees thought it was very or somewhat important that their organization develop an environmental responsibility policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the companies that have successfully implemented environmental programs have seen huge returns for their efforts.  Pamela Gordon has stated in her book Lean and Green that “capitalism and environmentalism are not mutually exclusive.  ‘Green’ business practices can actually help organizations save millions, even billions of dollars each year.”  The book Green to Gold: How Smart Companies Use Environmental Strategies to Innovate, Create Value and Build Competitive Strategy, by Daniel C. Esty and Andrew S. Winston echoes this same principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clients and consumers are coming to expect more from companies.  These days where money is short and consciousness is growing, people want their dollar to go far and in the right places.  Learning that a company engages in unfair trade practices, damages the environment, or is indifferent to global awareness issues is a PR pitfall, and will hurt many companies in the end.  If companies go green, environmentally speaking, they will likely see more green, financially speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To purchase the above-mentioned books, go to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com"&gt;http://www.amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To purchase a full copy of SHRM survey, go to &lt;a href="http://www.shrm.org/surveys/"&gt;http://www.shrm.org/surveys/&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/5840792248091485969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652317452907347051&amp;postID=5840792248091485969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/5840792248091485969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/5840792248091485969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.courtneycorey.com/blog/2008/01/being-green-in-workplace.html' title='Being Green in the Workplace'/><author><name>Courtney Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775711160564783755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652317452907347051.post-954064413444155464</id><published>2008-06-01T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:00:59.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathing exercises'/><title type='text'>Managing Stress, or "Learning How to Not Act Like a Crazy Person in Public"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/21/Jucy-lucy.jpg/774px-Jucy-lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 186px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/21/Jucy-lucy.jpg/774px-Jucy-lucy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Years ago I was directing a production of “The Tender Trap” at a small theatre in San Diego.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once I realized that the theatre hardly had any money to hire a crew, I quickly added set designer, carpenter, painter, prop master, and all around gopher to my list of duties.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I worked morning, noon, and night, running errands, rehearsing my cast, and creating a set somewhat worthy of the production.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I practically lived at the theatre, rarely even seeing the light of day in that dark, cavernous space. Needless to say, by tech week I felt as if I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(What a visual!)    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While out running errands, I often frequented any and every fast food restaurant that could provide temporary sustenance (and heartburn), sometimes even twice a day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep in mind I hate fast food restaurants!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also keep in mind that I did not clean my car out every day of the old bags from the various fast food establishments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My car probably smelled like rotten cheese, old meat, and dirty socks, but I didn’t even notice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was used to it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day before rehearsal, I hurried to Carl’s Jr. to order a hamburger and a soda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I drove up to the window to pay the personality-free woman behind the drive-thru counter with the loose change that I salvaged from between the seats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I placed the bag next to my seat and then decided it best to pull forward into a parking space to prepare my burger for the drive.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Without looking, I reached down to my right to grab the bag, which “Miss No Humor” just gave me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took the wrapped burger out of its bag and then flattened out the bag as if it were a plate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This way, I would be able to consume the burger whilst talking on the phone, drinking my 42 ounce Coke that won’t fit into my cup holder, and driving on the freeway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Safety first!?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I unwrapped the wrinkled burger wrapper to discover that it had been half eaten!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was completely disgusted. Ever since middle school I have heard urban legend after urban legend of rats in coke cans and fingers in tacos, so of course I assumed that some jerk at that drive-thru window had played a cruel trick on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I grabbed the bag, dumping the despicable joke of a burger inside, and stormed into the wretched establishment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I marched up to the counter and demanded that someone explain to me how a half eaten burger was sold to me for $1.99.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I paid $1.99 for a &lt;i style=""&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; burger, not a &lt;i style=""&gt;half&lt;/i&gt; burger with a side of someone else’s germs!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I think I really said that!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I yelled at each and every employee at that counter in full booming voice so all can hear, and I violently and repeatedly waved the bag in front of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw the looks on their faces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were motionless - emotionless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one responded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not a manager, an assistant manager, or an assistant-assistant manager!&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;And then I saw a smirk on the fry guy’s face back in the kitchen area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the slowest motion possible, I turned my head to look at the bag I had just been thrashing about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was from &lt;i style=""&gt;McDonald’s&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, as if my brain was also working in slow motion, I realized that I had grabbed that burger out of yesterday’s McDonald’s bag.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The warm, whole hamburger from &lt;i style=""&gt;Carl’s Jr.&lt;/i&gt; was still sitting in my car next to the driver’s seat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I flew out of that place and sought refuge in my smelly car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once my nerves had calmed I burst out into uncontrollable laughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t believe I had let stress get the better of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Then it donned on me I had just learned lesson number 4,528 in Courtney’s Mental Book of Life Lessons – &lt;i style=""&gt;Do not let stress consume you to the point that you make an absolute and complete blundering idiot of yourself in public&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From that day forward, I became much more aware of my stress level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is not to say that I have not had an “off” day here and there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all do – we are human!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, I have realized how to handle my stress so as not to let it build up to the point it did that infamous day at the fast food joint.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we do not learn to manage our stress, we not only run the risk of developing some serious medical conditions, we carry that negative tension with us like a lit-up billboard super-glued to our foreheads.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People can feel our stress.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Heck, they can even see it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our shoulders tense up, our brow wrinkles, our eyes look unclear, our breathing is shallow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our speech is stagnant and strained, and our minds seem to be in a distant land far, far away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you carry stress with you to your meetings, your business lunches, and your presentations you might as well not have even shown up to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your associates, your clients, and your audience will not only feel uncomfortable around you, they will be distracted by your tension, and you will not accomplish your goals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the best ways to alleviate tension is to practice breathing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know - you breathe all the time, otherwise you would not be reading this blog right now since you would be dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Subsistence breathing is not enough!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I encourage you to become more mindful of your breathing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mindful breathing will relax your muscles, nourish your soul, and give you strength.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It can help direct you to the present moment, and take your thoughts out of stressful situations in the past, or nerve-racking situations in the future.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is a simple stress relieving technique you should try so that can avoid &lt;i style=""&gt;acting like a crazy person in public&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h1&gt;Seated Breathing Exercise&lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You may do this exercise seated in a chair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a great exercise to do when you have a few spare minutes at the office or at home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sit towards the front edge of the chair with your feet flat on the floor in order to maintain proper alignment (i.e. “Avoid slouching.”)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With your hands on your thighs, palms up, retract your shoulder blades back slightly until that you feel openness in your chest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gently shut your eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your lips should be slightly open and your jaw should be relaxed so that your teeth are not clinched.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Slowly inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each time you &lt;i style=""&gt;inhale&lt;/i&gt;, feel your lungs expand as if your torso were a balloon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You will notice your tummy expand as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each time you &lt;i style=""&gt;exhale&lt;/i&gt;, resist the urge to collapse your posture.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the first minute or so, simply focus on the &lt;i style=""&gt;inhale&lt;/i&gt; and the &lt;i style=""&gt;exhale&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remain focused in the present moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let all worries, thoughts, and ideas evaporate into space.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, simply focus on the lungs filling with air on the &lt;i style=""&gt;inhale&lt;/i&gt;, and the gentle breeze that releases from your lips on the &lt;i style=""&gt;exhale&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After some time, you may bring your focus to certain phrases, which will help to further relieve stress.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Try one or more of these per session.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;FOR RELEASING ANXIETY&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon each inhale visualize the words,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I am calm. “ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon each exhale visualize the words, “ I am relaxed.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;FOR CENTERING YOUR SPIRIT&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon each inhale visualize the words, “I fill my body with peace.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon each exhale visualize the words, “I fill the world with compassion.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;FOR INSPIRATION AND REJUVINATION&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon each inhale visualize the words, “My mind is alert.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon each exhale visualize the words, “My spirit is ready.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This exercise will probably take a few minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a good idea to practice this several times a day, or whenever you are feeling tense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/954064413444155464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652317452907347051&amp;postID=954064413444155464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/954064413444155464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/954064413444155464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.courtneycorey.com/blog/2008/01/managing-stress-or-learning-how-to-not.html' title='Managing Stress, or &quot;Learning How to Not Act Like a Crazy Person in Public&quot;'/><author><name>Courtney Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775711160564783755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652317452907347051.post-8247234251868411429</id><published>2008-05-26T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:33:34.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><title type='text'>Car Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How many hours a week do you spend in your car?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spend over &lt;i style=""&gt;24 hours&lt;/i&gt; per week commuting to work, running errands, and taking my son to school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I figure if I am going to spend that much time in that little mobile compartment, I better make it nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, last week, I gave my &lt;i style=""&gt;car &lt;/i&gt;a &lt;i style=""&gt;makeover&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even though my car is new, it did not come equipped with satellite radio.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My husband, being the best husband ever, bought me a gift certificate for Sirius Satellite Radio as one of my Christmas presents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will let you in on a little secret:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he did not have to break the bank to get satellite radio installed in my car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sirius has a deal where you pay $49.99 towards a Sirius gift certificate, and they will send you the Stratus 4 Dock and Play Radio for free!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can use the gift certificate towards your monthly payments, which run about $12 per month for the Sirius service.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have different deals all the time, so check www.sirius.com for details and specials like the one I described.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once the receiver arrived in the mail, we took it to a local car audio installation shop and had it installed for $50!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I can listen to great talk radio programs and a wide variety of music and comedy channels with no static.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next, I took my car to get it cleaned at a “touchless” car wash for about $24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then I took a trip over to Target and stocked my car with some necessary items:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: arial;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tissue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hand      Sanitizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lip      Balm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stain      pen for the occasional spill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First-Aid      Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bottles      of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Energy      Bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wet      wipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Antiseptic      Wipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jumper      Cables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blanket      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CD      holder for my visor (for Cds and Audio Books)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Car      charger for my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I went online and ordered a couple of really cool things from Gaiamliving.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Prepared for the worst-case scenario, the all purpose survival tool I ordered is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;8 tools in 1. “It has a shovel, hammer, saw, hatchet, bottle opener, nail puller, and a wrench. Unscrew the built-in calibrated compass to find an emergency survival kit in a waterproof bag. Also included are matches, fishhooks and line, nails and more.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;Secondly, I purchased the Survival Kit in a Sardine Can.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“This lightweight waterproof tin puts an entire survival kit in your pocket. Believe it or not, it holds: a compass, whistle, matches, first aid instructions, razor blade, pencil, non-aspirin pain reliever, fire starter cube, adhesive bandage, energy nugget, reflective signal surface, fish hook &amp;amp; line, duct tape, wire clip, note paper, tea, sugar, salt, gum, watertight bag, safety pin, antibiotic ointment and alcohol prep pad. With all this gear stashed in the smallest possible space to keep bikers, hikers, campers, boaters and adventurers of all kinds prepared, it even floats.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;A couple of other things I did:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: arial;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Checked      to be sure the insurance, AAA, and registration papers are current in      glove box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Made a      wallet card with emergency phone numbers and put it in the glove box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, I feel much more at ease when driving so many hours in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My family and I are prepared for an emergency, and I always have a spare tissue to wipe the occasional runny nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/8247234251868411429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4652317452907347051&amp;postID=8247234251868411429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/8247234251868411429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4652317452907347051/posts/default/8247234251868411429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.courtneycorey.com/blog/2008/01/car-makeover.html' title='Car Makeover'/><author><name>Courtney Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03775711160564783755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>