One Small Step Can Change Your Life The Kaizen Way by Robert Maurer, Ph.D.
This book is a self help book that focuses on the notion of Kaizen or taking continuous small steps to create lasting sucess. Kaizen draws from the management technique of Dr. Edward Deming called continuous improvement.
Robert Maurer contends that Kaizen short circuits fear by using small steps that are not overwhelming to reach your goals. He describes simple steps to start dieting, stop smoking, be more nurturing, and enjoy life more.
Some of the ways he suggests to use Kaizen are; ask small questions, think small thoughts, take small actions, solve small problems, bestow small rewards, and identify small moments. These are also chapter headings in the book.
Robert Maurer, Ph.D. is a psychologist. He uses Kaizen in his practice to improve peoples lives. There are examples of how he has used it to help a man stop becoming enraged on the road, help a person find a mate, and start a successful diet. If you want to understand a working process of how to create incremental change in your life this book is a solid introduction. It is not about innovation which is a separate, but complementary approach to change.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
The Day I Ripped One
This is a difficult task for me. My most embarrassing moment? So many crazy and outlandish things that would mortify most people are routine for me. Two weeks ago, my daughter had a spend the night party for her birthday at a hotel The girls were going to do makeup makeovers. Then they decided to make me over—base, blush, lip gloss, eye shadow, mascara—the whole nine, you know? Then each of them took an eyebrow pencil and autographed my head like a baseball.
Was I embarrassed? No way. I walked through the hotel lobby that way.
But I suppose when I was a teenager, I was as susceptible to red faces as anyone. I do remember one time in chemistry class, we were studying molecules, atoms, and valence numbers. I raised my hand to either ask or answer a question. I can’t recall because the only thing I do remember is the ripping sound my shirt made at the seam underneath my armpit. It probably wasn’t as loud as I remember it, but it drew the attention of everyone around me—or perhaps it was the sight of my soft, fish-white flesh and little armpit hairs hanging out. Who knows?
To add insult to injury, my teacher made me take my shirt off in front of everybody and put on a lab coat while she mended the hole. Did you know, the word ‘atom” sounds like “madam” when you say it with a string of thread clinched between your teeth like my teacher did?
It was very, very embarrassing, but I keep thinking given the way she handled it, my only saving grace, and thank God, it wasn’t my pants!
Was I embarrassed? No way. I walked through the hotel lobby that way.
But I suppose when I was a teenager, I was as susceptible to red faces as anyone. I do remember one time in chemistry class, we were studying molecules, atoms, and valence numbers. I raised my hand to either ask or answer a question. I can’t recall because the only thing I do remember is the ripping sound my shirt made at the seam underneath my armpit. It probably wasn’t as loud as I remember it, but it drew the attention of everyone around me—or perhaps it was the sight of my soft, fish-white flesh and little armpit hairs hanging out. Who knows?
To add insult to injury, my teacher made me take my shirt off in front of everybody and put on a lab coat while she mended the hole. Did you know, the word ‘atom” sounds like “madam” when you say it with a string of thread clinched between your teeth like my teacher did?
It was very, very embarrassing, but I keep thinking given the way she handled it, my only saving grace, and thank God, it wasn’t my pants!
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