Gym Girl Dana

As I grew up, my grandparents were also my next door neighbors and every day after school I’d go to their house and have tea and graham crackers. This went on for years. I used the same Tony the Tiger mug, white porcelain with zero traces of Tony from daily washings and the inside stained from daily tea times. My grandma used her same green mug with the white inside. It had a chip in it. We each used our mugs day in and day out. It was comforting, dependable, routine. One day I’d asked why she didn’t get new mugs. Her response was so simple, “Why? When these are fine, no?” And yes, over all they were.

My grandmother didn’t travel much, but somehow she had a giant collection of hotel sized bottles of everything. Those little soaps are all I remember her using at her bathroom sink and if her skin was dry she’d have me get a hotel lotion. Of course, I had to open them for her; as she aged, ‘ooooh, these hands are useless…’ riddled and cursed with deforming arthritis.

My grandmother was very thrifty. She would balance her check book to the penny, leave produce in the cart unbagged so the water drained out (“I’m not paying extra for their rinsing it, let the water run out before they weigh it.”), only bought what was on her list and made things stretch like no one I’d ever seen. She kept everything. Recycled before recycling was law. Upcycled before it was a thing. Repurposed. I’d grown up in two houses never once seeing a dustpan; we’d only used two pieces of cardboard to clean up what was swept from the floors… and we’d use those cardboard pieces repeatedly. As I’d matured, we named it the Italian Dustpan. I knew of no other way.

When she passed, we had the daunting task of emptying her home. She had walls filled with ‘treasures’; things she never wanted to part with. It was hard to decide what to do with it all and it became a pivotal time in my life. She had things she loved for sure; and I’ve kept a few of them. But there was so much stuff that she just didn’t want to get rid of ‘in case she needed it for something one day’ or ‘it was still good’ or ‘it’s like brand new’…you get the idea.

I’d began to look at things differently. I’d become a minimalist.

I’ve never been a big collector of things. I’d not been one to pin an emotion on tangible objects. Sure, I’d kept a spoon from our tea times, I’d nearly kept the mugs…but as I’d held them and reminisced, I’d realized that keeping the mugs wouldn’t keep the memory closer. Those mugs are engraved in my brain, in my heart, and having them take space in my cabinet didn’t make the memory any more valid. I’d tossed them.

I’ve moved several times, many more than as a kid I’d imagined that I would. Each time I’d moved I’d had to pack, and packing leads to purging. Did I really need that? When was the last time I wore that? Is this even in style anymore? Can someone else be putting this to better use?

I’d begun to purge. And it felt amazing.

It wasn’t always easy to let go to start. But man oh man, once I’d started, it was epic.

I’d donated, I’d given to friends, I’d contacted shelters of all kinds. I had stuff that was either no longer serving me (wasn’t using it) or no longer bringing me joy (wasn’t using it) and once I’d let it go, the weight of my stuff lightened, both literally and figuratively. It was downright freeing.

Since then, I’ve consulted others on minimizing their things. Maybe not becoming minimalist, but definitely refining their closets and basements. It’s as simple as Jan 1st, turning all of the hangers in your closet backwards. As you wear an item, flip the hanger to the traditional way. Whatever isn’t flipped by December 31st, it’s time to let it go. And no excuses either…let it go.

For Lent, Catholics, Methodists, Lutherans and others, give something up, right? They spend 40 days making a sacrifice. Why not choose to let go of something for 40 days? It’s still a sacrifice, it’s been a part of your days for however long, but is it something you can let go of and can maybe even help someone else? Probably.

How many things are you holding on to because it belonged to someone else? Maybe you keep those shoes because you spent so much money for them, however, they absolutely torture you when wearing them. No matter what you’ve paid for them, they’re worthless if you can’t use them; if they don’t bring you joy. These things are just taking up real estate. Why are we so afraid to part with possessions?

And don’t get me wrong…sell it on a marketplace site, an app, from the paper, a yard sale, whatever…I’m not saying to give it all away just to create space. However, you’ll see by letting go of things you will be creating opportunity.

The closets are one thing, but remember, you can’t grasp hold of today if you’re still holding on to yesterday’s junk.

Let that shit go, too.

I remember when Facebook was just getting started and it seemingly was a game changer from the other social media outlets. It connected us differently, sharing pics and thoughts, checking in and tagging friends. It took the best features from other platforms and combined them into one. I didn’t join Facebook right away as the majority of my friends did. Wasn’t really into the platforms then at all…eventually I caved.

I really loved Facebook when it started. Getting to connect with extended family and former class mates, ex co workers and making new connections. Seeing the day to day of others and a peek into the lives of so many. Very quickly, things got to be too much for me…people ‘checking in’ to their kitchens and detailing every moment of their lives. That’s ok for them, but it did make me concerned a bit about what they are now needing from it. What’s the why of it?

I remember going to a high school reunion. “Hey great to see you! What are you up to?!” “Oh, you know, you see on Facebook.” And it was true. We all seemed to know something about everyone from what they shared on Facebook.

I built my business on Facebook. Several people have. Small businesses, tier businesses, start ups, fund raisers, the list of great things social media has created is long for sure. Even true love and reconnection of families, missing persons, crime solving…all amazing and wonderful things that were made possible through social media.

More social media platforms emerged. Facebook kept changing for different reasons, now as we know it’s even controlling what you share and who sees it. LinkedIn, Twitter, Instagram, Tik Tok… and trolls.

Some people will make it their mission to hide behind a key board and blast strangers for their opinions and beliefs. They are a nasty bunch. They are known for it, and they are called trolls for a reason.

However, now, the average person, someone you most likely know, now feels it ok to disagree with someone over social media and go right for the jugular. Most times, at least, they use their own profile so you can see who’s commenting, but it’s the degree of nastiness in the commenting. Why do we feel it’s ok to get so nasty over something that most likely doesn’t even affect them? If we were face to face, would you speak so vehemently? Most likely not. So why is it ok to do so through typing?

If you don’t agree, that’s ok. But why not take the time to get to know their ‘why’ as opposed to just going after them on blast and screaming why they’re wrong? Everything from politics to speed limits, how things are done in town to what you listen to on the radio is criticized and demeaned. Sexual orientation to parenting skills. And why does it matter to you or them?

After 9/11, remember how the world came together? People stopped to help each other. People shared flags with each other. People asked, “how are you?” with eye contact and meant it. Somewhere, we lost that traction and took a back slide. Recently with the pandemic, people are fighting over toilet paper and stealing food from each others carts. Whats happened and how have we become so desensitized? How can we come back from it?

I’m witnessing adults putting their self worth into ‘likes’. Posting pic after pic of themselves and getting a high from the views and support. This is starting with kids, teens, and we have had these same people remove photos because it didn’t generate a lot of action. Filter after filter being used to improve their image…how does anyone keep up with this and still have some self esteem? It’s as if it’s not posted on their social media then it must not have happened… what are we creating? What are we communicating? How do we stop it?!

I’m so scared for the future.

I’m sure some people will tell me I’m being a ‘Karen’ over this.

I’ve never been the person to be confused with someone else. Short hair, hazel eyes, tattoos. I’m not one to blend in. Never have.

In High School I was voted Most Unique in my Senior year. Doc Marten boots (still have and wear them), jackets loaded with safety pins of different sizes and patterns, side wave hair and side tails all braided on the other side. A wardrobe made up primarily of black and grey, but did have some color thrown in on occasion.

Today it’s very much the same. I wear black every day. I have the same pair of lulu lemon leggings five times and then some spares to rotate in. I’ve got tank tops the same way, five under armor all the same, two lulu the same…you get the idea. Now, some of that is from our dress code with Orangetheory Fitness, some just from habit. Seems I’m on the right trend, however.

Steve Jobs, Mark Zuckerberg, even Albert Einstein have all been noted to wear the same thing day in and day out. Some say it’s better for branding, others say it’s for efficiency. I agree with both. I’m comfortable in black, I’m more confident when I’m comfortable, and let’s face it, I’m not staring into my closet wondering what I’m going to wear. Time saver.

I’ve been asked several times, if I’d grow my hair out. “Why don’t you let your hair grow?” I’ve had people jokingly call me sir to get their point across. Hell, I’ve had people call me sir accidentally because they aren’t even looking at me, they see the hair and assume. Once they come off auto pilot and look at my face (or chest) they see their error and usually become flush faced in an instant. Does it make me want to have long hair? Nope. Why would it?

I’ve heard repeatedly about trying other colors and how pretty I would look if I did this or that. How attractive I’d be if I’d do this or that. Funny, because I don’t recall asking any of these people for their advice. Yet, they continue to give it.

Why would I want to look like everyone else? Why would I want to blend in; clearly I’m born to stand out.

& so are you.

A tried and true natural headache reliever, bananas have potassium, magnesium, B vitamins and complex carbohydrates, all components that contribute to headache relief. Try to feed your headache before reaching for the aspirin.

Bananas are rich in fiber, antioxidants and several nutrients. A medium-sized banana has about 105 calories. They can help moderate blood sugar levels after meals and may reduce appetite by slowing stomach emptying. Bananas are fairly rich in fiber and resistant starch, which may feed your friendly gut bacteria and safeguard against colon cancer. They may aid weight loss because they’re low in calories and high in nutrients and fiber. Bananas are a good dietary source of potassium and magnesium — two nutrients that are essential for heart health. They are high in several antioxidants, which may help reduce damage from free radicals and lower your risk of some diseases. Eating a banana several times a week may reduce your risk of kidney disease by up to 50%. Bananas may help relieve muscle cramps caused by exercise. They also provide excellent fuel for endurance exercise. Bananas offer much more than just curing a headache, but try it for yourself.

Eye trouble? See yourself eating Kale.

Kale is king.

Kale is very high in nutrients and very low in calories, making it one of the most nutrient-dense foods on the planet. Kale is extremely high in vitamin C, an antioxidant that has many important roles in the body. A single cup of raw kale actually contains more vitamin C than an orange. Kale contains substances that bind bile acids and lower cholesterol levels in the body. Steamed kale is particularly effective. Vitamin K is an important nutrient that is involved in blood clotting. A single cup of kale contains 7 times the RDA for vitamin K. Kale is very high in beta-carotene, an antioxidant that the body can turn into vitamin A. Kale is high in lutein and zeaxanthin, nutrients that have been linked to a drastically reduced risk of macular degeneration and cataracts. As a nutrient-dense, low-calorie food, kale makes an excellent addition to a weight loss diet. Add it to salads, shakes, recipes; eat it plain or make chips. However you choose to do it, you see the benefits of kale in your daily intake, right?

An apple a day keeps the doctor away? Certain can! This exceptionally healthy fruit is jam packed with benefits.

Apples are a good source of fiber and vitamin C. They also contain polyphenols, which may have numerous health benefits. Apples may aid weight loss in several ways. They’re also particularly filling due to their high fiber content. Apples promote heart health in several ways. They’re high in soluble fiber, which helps lower cholesterol. They also have polyphenols, which are linked to lower blood pressure and stroke risk. Eating apples is linked to a lower risk of type 2 diabetes. The type of fiber in apples feeds good bacteria and may be the reason they protect against obesity, heart disease, and type 2 diabetes. Apples have several naturally occurring compounds that may help fight cancer. Observational studies have linked them to a lower risk of cancer and death from cancer. Apples contain antioxidant and anti-inflammatory compounds that may help regulate immune responses and protect against asthma. The antioxidant and anti-inflammatory compounds in apples may promote bone health. What’s more, eating fruit may help preserve bone mass as you age. According to animal studies, apple juice may help prevent the decline of neurotransmitters that are involved in memory.

I’m a blogger. Certainly not a doctor. I’m not encouraging anyone to get off of meds or to not see a doctor for any concerning symptoms. I’m providing some information for you to think differently, to try something to feel differently. I’m simply encouraging some healthy habits.

You’ve got a Jaguar/Tesla/Rolls Royce/Porche in the driveway. When it needs fuel, do you give it Premium for it’s performance or pull up and just grab Diesel?

Your body is a (pick any car from above or insert your own favorite). How do you fuel it?

It takes work, for sure. But I’m certain that if you don’t take some time for wellness now, you will be forced to take some time for sickness later.

My source for the nutritional facts listed in this article: https://www.healthline.com

I’m also a certified nutritionist with the Institute of Integrative Nutrition. https://www.integrativenutrition.com

Now go eat something great for you and with a glass of water.

haven’t we been encouraged to do this since being in Kindergarten?

When we are kids, we are told to wash our hands. Before meals, after using the bathroom, when playing outside…yet, these lessons didn’t always stick and the reminders carried into teen years. Now adulthood. Flu season, wash your hands. Work in a restaurant? They have signs posted in the bathroom to remind employees to wash their hands. These signs may benefit some non employees, because it’s shocking how many people leave the facility without washing. Seriously?!

Now it’s been a year long Covid season; and we need billboards to instruct people to wash their hands?! And that power of suggestion helps the people in the car that are nowhere near a sink and the hope is when they get home they say, “Remember to wash your hands like that billboard said.” I just do not get it.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m all for hand washing. I take an active part in this activity. Often. Sometimes not often enough as it seems this has such a direct link to illness; I’ve been known to get sick for sure. Are so many others not doing this simple, 20 second task?

It’s been proven that a shopping cart handle carries more germs than a toilet seat.

It’s been proven that an escalator handrail carries more germs than a toilet seat; same with elevator buttons (use your elbow to pick your floor).

It’s been proven that the average cell phone carries fecal matter on it. Your cell phone can be ten times dirtier than a toilet seat. TEN TIMES.

We can’t escape the germs. We can certainly take measures to protect ourselves.

Keep in mind that each time you become ill, you then build up your immunity. We could be facing scarier times in the future from our behaviors today.

Food is fuel. Feed your wellness and you won’t have to treat your sickness. Read that again… and trust me that we will be revisiting that.

Feed your wellness.

Wash your hands.

Use your elbows.

And when you inquire about something, take the time to gather your own information and don’t just trust what is being pumped out by the media and paid sources. Do your own research.

Remember that companies need you to buy in; it’s how they earn their profit. Big pharma doesn’t care about wellness; they treat illness.

Read that again…..

With Orangetheory Fitness, we offer what’s called a Transformation Challenge. It’s changed over time, how long the contest is, the prizes, how the winners are chosen, but the premise is the same. It’s not just about weight loss, it’s about the mind body connection and realizing what you are capable of in a specific span of time.

This TC is eight weeks. We are doing a staff challenge with nearly a dozen team mates; each of us with very different goals. What’s the craziest, is how we all see ourselves versus seeing one another.

Sure, some are smaller in stature, some more fit and conditioned, some facing mental blocks and some just enjoying the motivation and chance to win some cash.

Although we are just beginning as this group, it’s exciting to see the support and encouragement. We are all in it to win, and from how this is starting, it seems that financially, one of us will get the prize money, but many of us, if not all, will be winners by the finish.

Since January, there’s been two ladies that I chat with daily. We check in. Plan workouts. Share our screw ups and text through the why’s behind them. Once again, we are so insanely hard on ourselves and basically accuse each other of lying when there’s no agreement on how fat/lazy/chunky/gross (insert any negative adjective) we see ourselves.

How does this happen?

Why is it so hard to accept a compliment?

Why is it so hard to accept ourselves?

I’ve said this line hundreds of times.

We’ve talked about if you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, then change the way you think about it. It’s how to help keep your sanity. How to keep your balance. The line above is along the same lines…you can’t continue to blame others for what you allow.

There are people in friendships, relationships, partnerships that are complaining about this or that. You know how it goes. Your significant other doesn’t thank you anymore like they used to? They don’t pick up after themselves anymore? They seem to have lost all motivation for basically everything? They don’t do things your way? The possibilities are endless…..you complain about it but it only helps if you bring it to the other person and share your feelings.

Complaining without working towards making a change is called whining. Whiners rarely win.

I’ve been in friendships that are basically one sided. It’s seemingly good as long as they are getting what they want, but eventually I’m the one reaching out, I’m the one checking in and then I realize that I’m the one hanging on. We’ve all been there; I’m sure. How long does someone continue to put in unreciprocated effort?

I’ve been in relationships that have gone sour. I’m confident in stating that I’m a good communicator. I’m not afraid to say what I want, what I need or how I feel. That’s on me. If the situation doesn’t change, it’s ultimately up to me to decide what to allow and for how long. After all, it takes two, and if only one is putting in work and effort, well…it doesn’t take long for things to go sideways.

In business, same rules. If you don’t speak up, things will continue. After all, it’s human nature to do the least you can and get away with it, right? What are you showing those around you by taking less than deserved? By accepting less than acceptable? As frustrating as it can become, it’s not their fault….it’s yours. You’ve allowed it.

How long the behavior lasts is basically up to you; as what you allow is what will continue.

People show you who they are. It’s entirely up to you how they fit into your world.

I’ve spent years letting decisions go to a flip of the coin.

When I was at a decent job, with stability and security, I’d craved more.

I’m in a big box gym with thousands of members, teaching group fitness to packed classes. My schedule was full, my fitness was on fire and my influence strong. Was it strong enough to quit and pursue something of my own? The quarter I’d flipped said yes. Heads. So I’d begun to look for a small space to work out of and begin my own brand. Hyper Fit Training was born.

I’d quit the gym and launched my personal and small group training business. I was in a small shared space and excited to have a super successful launch with crowded classes and of course, making better money. It was scary for sure, but successful for a time.

I was too big for the space I’d moved into now, and too small to afford a bigger place. I’d needed to change. I’d interviewed and when it came down to what to do next, I’d flipped a coin.

Should I do this or do that? Flip a coin. The truth of the matter is, when that coin is in the air, you realize what you want. You’re rooting for a side. At that point, does how it lands really matter? That choice is yours; but it’s all about the flip and the wish as it’s in mid air.

You’ve all done it and more times than not, I’m sure that if it didn’t land your way, you’ve pulled the old, “two out of three” move. You know what you want, just go for it.

Leap and the net will appear.

The risk is worth the reward.

There seems to be no in between when it comes to Amazon and Apple (to just name a couple of controversial companies). Either you love them or you loath them.

I’ve been in retail sales of some sort since I was a teenager.

What killed the standard retail industry was lack of supply, lack of service and general inconvenience. If a store was out of something, you simply didn’t get it. As time evolved, they could call another store and you could drive there for it. Another evolution, they could have it shipped to the store you were in. One more improvement, they could have it sent right to your house! This final step took many years to reach from the brick and mortar level. Layer the item you want with poor customer service; it’s a recipe for disaster. More so, there are limited hours to be out shopping in stores. The convenience factor was not as much as an issue many years ago, before online shopping took off; but as everything else with social media, the majority of people prefer instant gratification and with ease. Customer service is still everything; if a company has a poor website for an online experience, people will go elsewhere. If it’s specific, you bet, they go to Amazon, where with what is seemingly a blink of an eye, it’s at your front door.

Apple. I’m an Apple girl. iPhone. iPad. iWatch. Laptop. Earbuds. iLove. For the same reasons above, the brick and mortar stores lost customers, lost traction, lost revenue and lost opportunity. Truth is, I spent many of my teenage years in record shops and collecting different covers, limited edition vinyl and out for first releases. Loved it and my collection. But there’s no clearer sound than digital. Let’s face it, if you shopped in record/music stores, the customer service was less than great; sometimes they were downright rude and absolutely judged you on your music genre.

Just like I’m still a book nerd and page turner. Still shop in small bookstores, but guess what, if they don’t have it, I get it tomorrow from Amazon. Sorry, but it’s true.

I support small business. Hell, I’m in small business! I love my small town stores and spend money to keep them going. It’s heartbreaking to me to watch stores empty out and retire forcefully. Without customer service, convenience and supply, it’s truly challenging to stay open. As a business, as in life, we have to continue to pivot.

Now more than ever customer service is important. You have a poor experience in a store, the odds of you going back are slim, right? And how many people do you share that experience with? And how many people do they tell? Without customers, the stores are left with no choice… the overhead to hold a retail space is immense and every customer makes a difference.

Whether you love or hate Amazon, nearly everyone visits a small business. Local coffee shop, local mom and pop farmers market, bagel place, maybe I’ll see you at the bookstore or we can meet for dinner at restaurant in town. You get the idea. Now more than ever, these places need you as they are in peril with the state mandated closures due to Covid-19. So please, consider this: if you don’t get the service you are used to or expect, please bring it to the shop owner/manager instead of social media. Give them a chance to correct it. None of us are perfect and sometimes things don’t go as planned. Please, help save these stores from closing by giving them the benefit of the doubt and going to the source as opposed to social media. The damage being done through negative social media reviews is horrid and let’s be honest, often times the customer with said review isn’t giving the full story. So please, give these owners a chance to survive. Especially now.

Again, references like above are what grows Amazon and Apple. If you don’t love them and do feel they are the cause of closing businesses, think again. We are all a part of it.

Being in the customer service industry, I pride myself on superior service and our teams work on it daily. Success takes two. Be a good customer.

Think about your influence in the demise of retail. Become the change you wish to see in the world.

If you are in the customer service industry, save your stores. Elevate. If you are a small business shopper, thank your shopkeepers. It’s an uphill battle to stay open. Show them some love. They will thank you for it.

Some people have seen me post about finding a dime in my grateful’s (five things I’m grateful for daily). Sometimes I send texts of the dime I’ve found and it’s place of discovery. Sometimes I just quietly acknowledge it and put it in my pocket until later. Regardless of how or if I share the finding, I’m always happy about it.

Am I that hard up that I’m excited about ten cents? I have been, sure. But dimes….they mean something to me.

When Shane was doing college visits, we were about mid tour when we had just left a dorm building. The guide asked us to wait for the rest of the group to come out; Shane & I stood outside amongst a group of other visitors and chatted. Shane was shuffling his feet and there it was, a dime right there in the grass. Shane said, “Well, I guess GG (Great Grandma) wants me to go to Penn State.” He’s set to graduate from PSU in May. (We ARE!)

When I’d last moved, I purchased new furniture, as I’d set my ex up for success in leaving furniture behind for him to use in his next place. My bedroom set was delivered and I was ready to unbox my clothes and add it to my new dresser! When I’d opened the bottom drawer, there was a dime.

I was flying to Atlanta to meet the Icebox team for a one day visit. My gate had been changed, I’d not received the text of the change and I was legit running through the airport to catch a bus to take me to the other side of the airport. Another passenger was doing the same. We jumped on the bus pleading to go so we wouldn’t miss the flight. The driver agreed, I grabbed a seat, and there it was…a dime. I’d made it to the gate right before closing and arrived safely for an amazing day in Atlanta.

I’ve found hundreds of dimes in hundreds of circumstances. Under keyboards at work, in parking lots, grocery stores, the washing machine and so on. It’s not about where I find them, of course they can all be explained away. It why. Sometimes even when.

In my family, when someone passes and they want to send you a sign, they send you a dime.

With my grandfather, I’d followed the pennies from Heaven belief. I was in high school and although other family members had died, we weren’t all that close. Not close enough that they would be looking out for me or wanting to tell me something. We were once or twice removed from immediate. With my grandfather, it was different. I’d grown up with my grandparents living right next door and they had a direct hand in raising me. When my grandfather was in the hospital, I’d gone to see him several times. He was unresponsive but I’d talk with him anyway. During a school day I felt compelled to go see him and when I got to the hospital, I’d told him, “Gramps, don’t say a word to anyone but I cut chorus to come see you. You know I can’t sing and they are probably not missing me.” I’d laughed and squeezed his hand. I thought I’d felt him squeeze back. Then all kinds of beeping was happening and nurses running in and I was shooed out. He’d passed. I like to think that he was waiting for my visit.

When my grandmother died, my mom and I basically lived at the hospital. That woman hung on for much longer than anyone had thought. This was my mothers mother, so the three generations of women sat together day in and day out. We would cry at times, laugh at others, talk a lot and console her often. As the days wore on we would encourage her to let go, she had visits from extended family and we thought that she was waiting until her 100th birthday. So we all got together for a centennial celebration; she wasn’t fooled. Anyway, my mom and I sat across from one another, my grandmother between us and we were sprinting down memory lane sharing one story after another and laughing ’til tears. She exhaled. She passed.

Wasn’t more than 24 hours that I’d found a dime.

I don’t often ask for one, I trust her instincts still. She knows when I really need some encouragement or confirmation. Sometimes I don’t need a thing but thrilled to know she’s thinking of me. She certainly knows when I’m thinking of her.

In our family, it’s never really a good bye, just some long stretches of ‘see you again’ and during those times, the dimes are the reminders.

(Note: being my grandmother loved to travel but hardly went anywhere, each dime I find I mark with GG. She’s been to Florida, Texas, Georgia, California, Italy, France, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Delaware, Maryland, NYC, Bahamas & Colorado. She’s seen some great sights and left in the best fountains, parks, gardens & sights. That’s what I do with all of the dimes.)

I hope that it’s a long time before you lose a loved one, but when the time comes, I hope you find a dime.