Joani Plenty

Born With A Desire To Inspire
September 21st, 2012

Maybe It’s Just Me?

Is it just me or does anyone else think that we don’t do enough on 9/11.  I mean, yes, there are things going on all over the country (in NYC during fashion week before a runway show they have a moment of silence.  Very cool.).

But shouldn’t there be MORE?  Shouldn’t it be a day like Thanksgiving?  Everyone getting together with family for dinner or whatever feels most comforting.  I know that Thanksgiving is only two months later and family may not be able to fly in for both but there must be something more that we can do to show appreciation, not only those we’ve lost but, those we still have; those who missed flight 11, for instance, because they overslept.

Why are businesses open?  It was 11 yrs. ago!  Should it not be a national holiday by now?  My kids have off from school for Columbus day…6 or 7 hrs. less of education to celebrate a murderer’s birthday??  Yea, yea, yea, OK…you object (but the jury still heard it :p ).

I just think that the man who worked at the World Trade Center but took off that day for his little girl’s birthday (but whose brother also worked at the World Trade Center and did, unfortunately, report to work that day) deserves the day off, to say the least, right?  After all, it IS the day that his daughter was born and his brother was lost along with thousands of others and thousands of thousands who knew him and everyone else we lost on that sad day.  That man should have everything that means “home” to him served on a silver platter.  He should see the rest of us remembering as well.  Which we do, of course, but how does he know?  If 9/11 were a national holiday he would know what we were all doing.

Just like on Thanksgiving day…I LOVE to wake up early, see no cars on the road, watch my kids laugh and when the family sits down to eat, I think (and I really do think this every year), “I know exactly what almost everyone else is doing right now…exactly what I’m doing.  Wow.  Pretty cool connection.”

*Shaking my head*  People wonder why their lives aren’t what they want them to be, why they’re so tired all the time, why the neighbor’s dog keeps shitting in their yard.  It’s because they don’t do enough to be happy and make others happy.  I don’t know about you but I want every day to feel like Thanksgiving.  I hear the birds outside my window louder on Thanksgiving.  I hear the silence in the neighborhood louder on Thanksgiving.  I hear my children’s laughter louder on Thanksgiving, I hear the guys cheers louder as they watch football on Thanksgiving…something else that happens on this particular day every single year.  Tradition.  I love tradition.  WTC: World Trade Center; but how about World Tradition Celebration.  We could tell stories about where we were that day, teach our children the importance of family and the importance of telling your loved ones how much you love them everyday; especially before they walk out of the door or before bed whether you’re angry with them or not.  On the national holiday of 9/11 we should all do traditional things (dinner, a homemade gift, hand written note that’s sent so that it arrives to the person on 9/11 etc.) or even non-traditional things to show our appreciation for those who will not always be here; thanking them for being here right now.

Maybe it’s just me…

What do YOU think?  Should 9/11 be a national holiday?  Do you do anything currently on 9/11 each year?  Is the only day that you really talk about 9/11 on 9/11?  I LOVE comments and since we’re talking appreciation, I’ll also tell you that I truly appreciate them.  So, thank you in advance. ;)

 

Til the lip sticks and the chocolate chips,

J-

If you liked this…you may love ‘Dear Life’!!

 

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February 23rd, 2012

Where Can I Get More Fear?!

Though I received extremely bad news of a family emergency last Fri., you would never know it…I’m still me.  I talked to one of my very first twitter friends, Valerie Haight (@valeriebrbr), over the phone (and everyone KNOWS how much I despise talking on the phone…don’t have 5 min. to eat let alone time to talk) but she made me feel great about being me when many are so good at being something else.  I thought maybe I was the “odd woman out” and should try to contain myself…that this is what everyone had to do for the sake of business.

But it didn’t feel good.  And I’ve always been the first person to say that if it doesn’t feel good…then it’s NOT good!  My “gut gauge” is rarely wrong.  So, I stopped allowing others to live rent-free in my head and focused on my novel, a few projects I’ve been asked to take part in as well as my birthday, (you’re invited too!  I’ve placed more info below about my ‘Random Kindness Rally’ 3/15).  Not to mention a new site launch and starring in a stage production hoping to find time to run lines.  #grateful

Right after that quick and awesome call, I watched a video showing the inspiring launch of  www.30secondmobile.com and felt even better about my business decisions and the hard work that it’s taking to bring them to life!  But what I’m doing, following my dreams, is not the norm, unfortunately.  While some are taking the stairs, others allow the elevator to go by because there are so many taking the same elevator or they waste time wondering which is best…waiting for the next elevator or taking the stairs (click here for full elevator analogy).

Take it from me, GO FOR YOUR DREAMS!!  I promise you will not regret it or be “worse” off than you are right now!  I mean, you can always go back to just dreaming so what have you really got to lose, right?  Like “they” say: A goal without action is just a wish.  What seems like a scary step or jump due to sacrifices and hard work (especially if you’re sitting there saying, “I have no idea where to begin and I don’t have any extra money, Joani Jackass!”) you’ll find that the resources are all right there in front of you (Google is my BFF) and the hard work doesn’t seem like work at all because you are going to love doing what you love!

Yes, there will be tons of sacrifice but trust me when I say that your imagination is like kryptonite when it comes to thoughts of what may go wrong.  The more creative your imagination is about what “may” happen, the more you know that you should really be doing what you love.  ’F’ fear!  I know that’s a strong word (or…um…letter) but it’s THAT serious!  Are you going to allow one word…one feeling to come between you and ten words  that describe how you feel when you are doing what you love?  Acknowledge the fear but use it to motivate you.  Tell yourself that the more fear you feel; the more reason you have to go for it!  Because people without passion don’t have that strong sense of fear.  THEY are the ones who may be unsuccessful, but you…you should ENCOURAGE fear.  Hope to have so much fear that you need an Rx for motion sickness!  Hope to  have so much fear that your hair turns white!  Because only then will you know that you have the passion needed to get what you want!

Here are just a few small (but important) tips to help you get started:

  • Take a step…any step, each day toward your goal.  No matter how small.

 

  • Stop avoiding crutial parts of the process like creating a Twitter account (or using the one that you have) because you don’t know much about it or how to use it.  TWITTER WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE and speed the ride to your goal!  We (my  tweeps) are here to help not hinder.  I’ve never seen a more positive and supportive social site in my life!  I say it all the time but it sometimes falls on deaf ears because you won’t know the impact of the Twitter pool until you dive in!

 

  • Feel the fear and do it the hell anyway!  You’ve got this…you DO!

Whatever you need to do to stay motivated…do that!  Listen to the effin ‘Rocky’ theme song (Gonna Fly) 5 times before breakfast if that’s what it takes.  Then say, “Is that ALL the fear that I have?!  I KNOW that I want this badly and I know that I’m passionate…so, if fear indicates passion, PUHLEAAASE tell me that I’m going to feel more fear than THIS!”

Then, finish your bowl of ‘Frankenberry’ and go for what you KNOW!

 

It’s the…eye of the tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight.  Rising up to the *den neh neh neh nah naaaah*!  And the last known survivor of the *den neh neh neh…dun dun dun dun dun dun dun* the eeeeeeye…of the tigerrrr!

J-

xo

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December 9th, 2011

Dear Life…

With the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, I welcome a simpler, slower pace right about now.  But that’s exactly when I realized that, other than my lane in traffic, my lane at the store and the drive-thru at any given fast food restaurant, nothing is slow anymore.   My entire life is a status update!  I can’t go anywhere or do anything without saying, “Ha!  That’s going to be my next status!”  What did I do b4 Facebook?  See, even words have been shortened to save time.   What did we do when there was DOS; before Windows 95 and well, before texting?

 

Hmmm, I read more, talked on the phone for HOURS using numbers found in my little black book, no doubt (which, btw, I found recently.  I think I’ll put that back where I found it…as well as the picture of me with my obsession at the time; a half naked stripper named Lucas!  He asked me out that night the picture was taken but I could barely hear his thick accent over the thumping nick, nack, patty-wackness that was coming from the speakers, beating on my ear drums by the end of the night.  The crowd was now separating us by pushing me toward the door like a sweaty, lusty, alcoholic tsunami.  ”How much alcohol is being wasted on that sobering sensory overload each night?” I wondered.   My friend had to later tell me, in the car, (after I just smiled, nodded my head and walked away from him) that he was trying to ask me out…wait…what was I talking about originally?  Hhhhh.  Unfortunately, a stripper with an accent affects me the way that a glass of Pino Grigio would a skinny, hungry chick.  Sorry.

 

The point is…lets get back to the original way of life.  I mean I’m not going as far back as a time before remote control tv, that’s just dumb.  But at least back to when the gold Dolce & Gabanna Razor phone came out (I mourn my phone but still have the beautifully awesome box that it came in).  *sniff*  Yes, back to writing each other letters and sending them via snail mail.  Back to a time of less urgency…no need to reach someone at that VERY moment.  If the line is busy when you call, that means that the person is…wait for it…BUSY!  If it’s an actual emergency (or you suspect your boyfriend/girlfriend is on the line with someone they shouldn’t be on the line with), then you make an emergency breakthrough!

 

Really take it back…it will be fun!  What do you want to get back to?  I want to get back to weekend getaways with my favorite girls…where phones are left at the door when you cross the threshold and picked back up on the way out 2 days later!  This may not sound too practical but you could simply give your immediate family members a special ringer and only answer the phone when you hear it (and they know to only call if there is an emergency) .  Someone want to see if there’s an app for that?!  Thanks!

 

Most of us have it way too easy.  I’m probably 100% sure, almost that Helen Keller is rolling over in her grave.  I am fearful for my children.  What are we sacrificing?    Well, I don’t plan to wait around to find out!  Effective immediately, I will make an effort to PERSONALLY connect with the people closest to my heart in as many ways possible.   We could all use Google for the greater good…Google ideas on how to reconnect with what we loved most in our previous years ( instead of ideas on how to get revenge on an ex (because they’re all embedded in my head anyway).  How about using at least one facebook stat update each day to make someone else feel good instead of subliminally making someone feel bad.  I’m going to start eating meals at the table without the tv on and take 30 min. a day to ask about and listen to how my family and closest friends spent their’ day (and if that time runs over a bit, I’m going to appreciate it that much more.  That I connected and felt close that much longer because when all is said and done…I refuse to stand over anyone’s casket with regrets.

 

What do you already do to connect and stay connected without technology…in a mental, physical and/or spiritual way?  We’d all love to hear your stories, as they may help others simplify their lives though they believed they couldn’t.  Make positive changes, big or small, that make you feel good and lets get back to what really matters.

 

October 24th, 2011

Boo!

My son Jax headed to the front door.  ”There’s nobody at the door mom!” he yells.  I know that I heard someone knock on the door.  You have got to be kidding me.  How could it be that after an experience with what we believed to be the ghost of our beloved black lab left myself and my kids (well, myself) traumatized, now a creepy, tap-type knock made by something other than a hand, came just moments later?  Hearing a bark that seemed to be coming from inside the house earlier spooked us more than 100 Halloween nights (http://www.joaniplenty.com/blog/hostage-situation/).  So you can imagine the fright night we had when we saw the dog at the door!

 

Anyhoo, I blew off the knock at the door thinking the sound must be coming from the surround-sound speakers behind me as the kids played video games.  Twenty minutes later my husband walks through the door after working all day.  In his hand is a sandwich bag with 4 pieces of chocolate candy inside.  Well, my first thought is that only 3 of my kids are here right now so that 4th piece will be devoured by yours truly.  ”What’s that?” I asked my husband.  But he was unable to read the attached piece of paper as the kids were mauling him and each trying to tell him about their day at school.  He handed the paper to me and that’s when I started to get choked up:

 

“The phantom ghost has come to town

to leave some goodies…I see you’ve found.

If you wish to make this a happier fall…

Continue this greeting, this phantom call…”

 

Someone did knock on the door and then ran away after leaving this fun little game for our family to play along with.  I didn’t show the entire poem here as it will be more fun for you to see for yourself (and keep some hot-shot lawyer from filling my E-mail box with threats regarding copyright infringement)! : )  http://www.beenbooed.com

 

Happy Halloween!  Enjoy!

J-