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Working And Living Are Two Different Things (Part 1 of 2)

When you’re at home all the time, people have a way of giving you everything to do, with no regard for your job. It can be very hard indeed to keep your family life separate from your business when you work at home.

In fact, this is one of the most common reasons home businesses fail. Their owners come away all too glad to get back to the corporate grindstone.

Don’t be driven away from home business, here’s what you need to do to keep your family at bay:

Work Time, Home Time.

Make a schedule for when you’re going to work and when you’re not, and stick to it. This doesn’t have to be inflexible. It’s very silly to only work nine to five every day. But it still really needs to be there.

Without a plan, you’re inevitably going to go too far one way or the other. Either work far too much or nowhere near enough. You might find it best to a new plan at the start of each month or week, so that you can still respond to changes in circumstances.

Yes, I know it can be difficult to draw clear lines between family time and work time. Especially if your family is around for some of the hours that you want to be working. The only thing I can say to you is that it’s important to keep on trying.

The moment you give up everything’s going to come crashing down. Whatever you do, don’t let your family anywhere near your office space.

Fit Errands Around Work.

People will obviously be upset if you absolutely refuse to run their errands. Is it really so much trouble to run down to the bank when you’re at home all day? But you can’t let them take away hours from work. You should make your response automatic.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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An Amazing Love Story of Salted Coffee (Part 1 of 2)

 

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home…. suddenly he asked the waiter. “Would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.”

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: “when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there”. While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.

That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home.

Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind-hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)

 

Roofs

 

The road is wide and the stars are out
And the breath of the night is sweet,
And this is the time when wanderlust should seize upon my feet.
But I’m glad to turn from the open road and the starlight on my face,
And to leave the splendor of out-of-doors for a human dwelling place.

 

I never have seen a vagabond who really liked to roam
All up and down the streets of the world and not to have a home:
The tramp who slept in your barn last night and left at break of day
Will wander only until he finds another place to stay.

 

A gypsy-man will sleep in his cart with canvas overhead;
Or else he’ll go into his tent when it is time for bed.
He’ll sit on the grass and take his ease so long as the sun is high,
But when it is dark he wants a roof to keep away the sky.

 

If you call a gypsy a vagabond, I think you do him wrong,
For he never goes a-travelling but he takes his home along.
And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows,
Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes.

 

They say that life is a highway and its milestones are the years,
And every now and then there’s a toll-gate where you pay your way with tears.
It’s a rough road and a steep road and it stretches broad and far,
But then it leads at last to a golden Town where golden Houses are.