What I’m Grateful For: Mispronunciations Best Real Estate Websites

Yesterday, my incredible sales person Jen Hover and I were talking about how great the writings of Epictetus are, even two thousand years later. However, we didn’t pronounce his name the same, and so instead of rushing on and pretending we didn’t hear ourselves say his name differently, we looked up the pronunciation and found out, lo and behold, we BOTH had it wrong! It was a moment of real delight and laughter – and also just a joy to make a mistake in front of another human being and to just accept it – not judging ourselves or one another, but enjoying the opportunity to learn, and to laugh.

What I’m Reading: Well, obviously it’s Epictetus. Which is ever better now that I know how to pronounce his name! The little nugget today is “Accept Events As They Occur. Don’t demand or expect that events happen as you wish them to. Accept events as they actually happen. That way peace is possible.” I read this and loved it…. but then I thought a lot about my own life, and my own passion to make things better… My personal dissatisfaction with events “as they occur” is a lot of the reason why I have created so many things. However, if you asked me if peace was a huge part of my life, I would probably tell you…. not generally!! So, what do you think? I see the benefits to acceptance…. but also the way that dissatisfaction drives us to innovate. Share what you think, if you have time.

Web Tip: Golden Rule #7 of Visual Hierarchy for your website: the visual triangle. This idea actually came from scrapbooking but it is a great way to arrange your titles, data and photos, etc. Using this method, you can train your end users’ eyes to follow your triangle!

Quote I’m Pondering: “She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! It is enough!”― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse