53 – February 22
“Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.”—Don Marquis
There are 168 hours in every week. What are you spending your time on? How many hours are you spending on your number one priorities? Sending out ships? Eating? Sleeping? Having fun? How many hours are you spending on income producing activities? List a typical week below:
# OF HOURS INCOME
TYPE OF ACTIVITY: PER WEEK: EARNED:
Phone Calls- Personal
Other work tasks
Hobbies, Arts, Crafts
Time with Children
If you want to double your income, double the time you spend on income producing activities!
“I have all the time in the world to make all the money I desire.”
February 22nd is my mother’s birthday, and today she would have been 100. Chellie LeNell Livingston Campbell was born in Prentiss, Mississippi on 2-22-22. A kaleidoscope of loving memories surrounds all of us who were privileged to know her: Pecan pie. Apple pie with cheese. Golf. Bridge. Neighborhood parties. Twinkling hazel eyes and a flash of bright red hair. An Eveready battery smile and a quick laugh.
Nell was a giver. She always put everyone else first; so thoughtful that the day after she died a get-well card for a friend was found on her desk – addressed, sealed and ready to be mailed. She was always the first one there in any crisis – the one you could turn to with any problem. You could count on her to be there for love, support, and words of wisdom. She was a Southern Lady in the truest sense who never had a harsh word for anyone (except, perhaps, on the golf course). A woman of strong convictions, she wouldn’t give up what she thought was right, and woe to you if you made the redhead mad!
Many of her children’s friends thought of her as their second mom. She was a great shoulder to cry on, but she was always the first one to suggest picking yourself up and maintaining a positive attitude. Her watchwords were: “can’t never did” and “you can do anything you put your mind to do”. Her teachings resonate throughout my life.
She left this world on Memorial Day, 1989… a year before I created and taught my first Financial Stress Reduction® Workshop, 13 years before I wrote my first book. She missed the Information Age, smart phones, the Internet. She didn’t live to see her grandchildren grow up, graduate from college, get married, or welcome her great-grandchildren into the world.
She was only 67 years old, which seems younger and younger to me each passing year. We love her and miss her and remember and cherish her always.
A beautiful song from the musical Rent says:
“525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes – how do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes – how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love?
Measure in love. Seasons of love.”
Make sure that when you are designing the plan for the time of your life, you give time for love the highest priority. Everything else is survival.