I have hippy tendencies that bob to the surface but are usually whack-a-moled by my competing love of convenience. Communal living tiny houses (now with movement status), minimal personal hygiene (this one gets tempered pretty quickly by The Spouse and lingering looks from strangers), and a macrobiotic diet have all been suppressed for now. more
This past summer, young leaders from all around the world gathered at the YMCA Europe Youth Festival in Prague. One of the main attractions was a giant tree house where everyone gathered to hang out, exchange ideas, and - for some lucky folks - camp out for the night thirty feet above the ground. Throughout the festival, the buzz about this clubhouse in the sky was that it was not only a great place to create a community in the treetops but also a good place to relax, unwind, and meditate. While the tree house in the Czech Republic has come and gone, here are a few other places around the world worth checking out.
Yesterday, I was riding the bus, minding my own business. I can’t always say that, but yesterday it was true. Then, this beautiful moment unfolded.
A group of grandmas (pardon my presumption, but I’m painting a picture) were saying goodbye to one of their friends about to get off the bus, everyone wishing everyone else a happy Mother’s Day. As one grandma stepped off the bus and onto the curb, she said to no one and everyone, “happy Mother’s Day to all mothers!”
In the next few months, we're giving you - our young leaders - a chance to share your thoughts on topics ranging from education & leadership to sports & recreation to travel & entertainment as well as speaking up on issues such as bullying, illiteracy, hunger prevention, multiculturalism, and more. If you're interested in raising your voice and becoming a volunteer guest blogger for This Week in Young Leaders, then let's get you writing some inspiring words, putting together a photo essay, or sharing a short "do-it-yourself" video (think mini-docs or a sixty-second selfie) about what's on your mind these days.
Like everyone else until the day you’re anointed a mom, I spent my life on the appreciating end of Mother’s Day, which meant that every year about this time I was reliably filled with dread. How do you sufficiently appreciate your mother in one day? Does a pancake breakfast in bed suffice? What if you add blueberries? Maybe a Mother’s Day card that sings “Wind Beneath My Wings”?
So, if we have to tell you what that means, then you probably have a good handle on your Facebook feed and your Instagram binges in check. For the rest of us, FOMO often stands in the way of getting out there and getting connected with real friends and real live scenery. What's the cure for FOMO? We don't have a scientific answer, but why not give JOLL a try?
We found a couple useful tips and a carload of ridiculousness last week. Enjoy the ride!
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Somehow I knew I would do the gross stuff. I knew I’d put my daughter’s boogers in my pocket. I knew I’d do the taboo stuff. Our child was going to sleep in our bed. What I didn’t envision was more basic.