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Therapeutic Donuts

Dear Members and Constituents,
Ever get stressed-out? I know, that seems like a stupid question to ask this group. I must confess I'm not the type to let stress get to me. I seem to have a natural predisposition to prioritize my work, organize my life and smile at all times. However, for some reason, this week has been challenging. So, I've been trying to think of good ways to relieve stress. I’ve come-up with a few. Here they are in no particular order (let me know if you have others that work for you):

  • Sing to the radio at the top of my lungs on my commute home. Stress is diffused amongst all those looking sideways at me. Particularly Ed, my carpool (he suspects I might be loosing my sanity)
  • Make a to-do list. Seeing the problem in black and white helps (you mean I'm stressed over this? That's it?!?)
  • Avoid the temptation to skip the gym and family time so as to get more work done. Usually, when that temptation arises, I've reached the point of diminishing returns anyway.

Fridays, stress relief is not a problem. People just seem friendlier and the future less ominous. The prospect of the weekend ahead coupled with the ready availability of donuts make for a delightful day. This morning is no exception. My sincere thanks to Brad Christian (donut boy) for delivering four dozen LaMar’s donuts. Shout it out, donuts are here.

Happy Friday!

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