Showing posts with label Dear Fancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dear Fancy. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Dear Fancy

Dear Fancy,

I currently have a very troublesome problem. I have a deep-seated and unrelenting desire to visit a beautiful, perfectly-lit world called "Target." 

The problem??

I live in Cambodia.

I eagerly await your solution! 

~hopeful shopper

Dear Hopeful Shopper,

I regret to inform you that there is no substitute for the phenomenon of Target. However, I do not wish you to lose hope.  Consider practicing one, or all, of the following coping techniques:

Denial. Repeat after me.  "There is no Target.  There is no Target."  When you return to the States, it will be a wonderful surprise to discover that there is, in fact, Target.

Visualization. Set aside a small, bright section of your home or office for "Targeting."  Turn on as many lights as you are able, then close your eyes.  Imagine you are strolling the aisles of the shopping mecca.  What would you smell? Hear? Touch?  Let your mind's eye explore each aisle, with every imaginary turn satisfying your desire for a true shopping experience.  You may find it helpful to hold a broom handle in both hands, parallel to the ground, to simulate the feel of pushing a shopping cart and further enhance this mental exercise. 

Staging.  If possible, paint a large red logo of concentric circles on a prominent wall of your bedroom.  You could go so far as to hang oversized, shiny signage from your ceiling with fishing wire or to label each of your room furnishings with a price, printed in a bold red font.  These small adjustments to your living space will bring you peace as you patiently wait for you next opportunity to visit a Target location.

Self-exploration.  Take a moment to ask yourself, "Why do I want to go to Target?"  Is it the familiarity?  Is it the sensory experience? Is it the excuse to spent much more money than you originally planned because of the alluring colors and displays? After you have determined the source of this issue, you will be better able to address it.  For example, if it is simply the need to part with your funds, I am sure that you could find a willing partner to surrender your dollars to and relive you of the burden of over-cashed pockets.

Hopeful, I trust that you will find these strategies helpful.  Remember, these techniques will only help you when you fully give yourself to them.  Practice, practice, practice.  You may find, that after several weeks of mental conditioning, you are no longer burdened by your desire for the store.  I wish you luck in your endeavor.

Sincerely,

Fancy


Friday, January 23, 2009

Flexing

DISCLAIMER:  I am not really as full of myself as the following might sound.  Well, I might be, a little.  Shoot!  But this is what you get instead of my blanket advice that I wanted to subject EVERYONE to, which, in reality, I will probably write about at some time or another anyway, because it is really good advice.  But really, I am not a bossy snob. I promise.

And now, on with the show...

I have a very unique skill.  

Well, maybe it isn't unique, but it is very useful.

Well, maybe it isn't useful, but I'm glad that I have it.

I give great pep-talks.  

Need a little go-get-'em-tiger?  I'm your gal.  

Need a healthy dose of buck-up-cowgirl?  You know who to call.

But here is the problem.  

I don't interact with people who need my cheering every day.  I think that was one of the best perks of working in an office.  So many chances to step up on my soap box and send my fledgling words of inspiration into the air.

Okay, I admit.  I call it a pep-talk, as if it is cheering someone on.  But sometimes it is just bossing. 

I really like bossing.

Long ago 
my mom told me 
that if I ever started a business 
I should call it, 
"Let Me Boss You."
I think that is why Life Coaching
appeals to me so much.
People who WANT to be bossed.
The angles are singing.
It really would be the perfect job for me.

Unfortunately Jack isn't old enough for me to boss effectively.  And my husband is pretty awesome without me interfering, so neither of my boys require me to flex my advice giving muscles.  

GUYS!!!

I need a good bossing/pep-talking/advice giving workout.  

So, let's start, "Dear Fancy."

Need advice? Ask away! 

I won't even charge you!!  Now that is a DEAL!

For a limited time only, Fancy is open for business.  You send me your question, and I will respond with a personalized and, if you wish, private solution to your dilemma.  What could be better?!  

But wait.

It does get better!

Oh sorry, it doesn't. 

Free advice is as good as it gets.  

So ask away dear children.  Ask away.