As I’m writing this, my family and I are heading high into the Appalachian mountains to a rental cabin where we've been going for 3 years in a row. My toddler and preschooler are begging for snacks, our dog, Gracie, has finally laid down in the back, my husband gravely stares at the 18-wheelers all around us slamming on their brakes, and our cartop carrier flaps in the wind. Did I bring shampoo, baby shampoo, hair detangler, deodorant, a comb or brush
After a friend of mine's Airbnb's guests leave, she can’t help but check how they rate their stay, and especially how they rate her as the hostess. Who can blame her? There is an actual release of oxytocin when someone gives you a "thumbs ups" on Facebook or fills a heart red on Instagram - it’s addictive!
A few years ago, my friend had a fairly major surgery. This wasn’t an emergency situation so she was able to make a plan in advance for everything in her life around the surgery. She scheduled the time off of work, lined up friends to watch the pets, arranged for family to come to stay with and take care of her children, and even made and froze several weeks of make-ahead meals. She picked out the clothes she’d wear to the hospital and, on the way home from work one day, bought some fun socks to wear during her stay to cheer her up and keep her perpetually cold feet warm and comfy while she’d be in the hospital. She remembered her phone and tablet chargers. Her husband took time off of work to be with her during the surgery and for some of the recovery time afterward.