Most of my articles have something of an autobiographical nature to them. As someone who usually works 50-60 hours each week, this one is no exception. Busyness doesn't help your business. Most of us do too much and we're proud of it - but we shouldn't be. In the early 20th century leisure was a sign of success. The world has since been turned upside down and having a schedule that's filled to the max is evidence of an industrious spirit that will certainly lead to succe

On a weekend home from college I had borrowed my parent's car and driven into the small town of Pryor, Oklahoma to run and errand. On my way home, soon after I passed the city limit sign where the speed limit increased from 35mph to 55mph, I noticed I was approaching 65 and let my foot off the accelerator. The car went faster. I tapped the pedal a few times hoping it would engage but the car continued to speed up - along with my heart rate and breathing. Now it was 80+mph

Roy was one of the nicest people I ever met. He was a professor of speech and communication and I had the opportunity to work with him for a few months at a church. Sadly, he passed away a few years ago. I still miss him and have often wish I could have just one more conversation to hear his robust laughter and benefit from his insight. I remember many things of our time together. One came to mind as I was thinking about the topic of this article. Improvising on the WWJ

I wrote poetry one summer many years ago. It wasn't great poetry or even good poetry so I'm not going to share any of it with you here. I was working a summer job on the night shift at a local refrigerator manufacturing company. My place on the assembly line was several yards away from anyone else so there was no possibility of interaction with other workers. There was also little possibility of intellectual stimulation as I methodically moved refrigerator parts from one