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A good night’s sleep

For many of us, a good night’s sleep isn’t as easy to come by as it was when we were younger. Back then, if I slept late, my kind father would just smile at me and say, “You must have needed it.”

At this point, I would like to formally announce: I still need it. I’m just no longer eligible to receive it.

We all seemingly need more sleep. So what actually helps you drift off? And what keeps you wide awake at 2:17 a.m., replaying a conversation from 2008 like it is breaking news?

At our house, the nightly standoff is the ceiling fan. I want it on. My wife wants it off. I like a cool breeze, a little white noise, the feeling that I’m sleeping inside a wind tunnel. She prefers a calm, silent environment where objects aren’t moving. We compromise by doing it her way. And then we discuss it again the next night

Temperature is another issue. I sleep best when the room feels like a refrigerated warehouse. Jolene sleeps best when it feels like a lightly toasted bakery item. She wears wool socks to bed in July. Not “it’s a little chilly” socks — full commitment, winter-in-Canada socks. I’m one blanket away from seeing my breath; she’s considering a space heater.

When we had a dog, we didn’t need an alarm clock — and we definitely didn’t sleep in. He was up at 5:30 a.m. every day, ready to eat, start the day and ensure no one in the house achieved their full sleep potential. He also adjusted instantly to daylight saving time, which feels like a personal attack. The rest of us are wandering around the house three days later like time travelers who didn’t stick the landing. The dog? Right on schedule. Every time. Show-off.

Then there are the birds. Mourning doves are named appropriately because they wake you up and immediately give you something to mourn. Every. Single. Morning.

And if you have Canada geese nearby, you already know they are not birds; they are organized noise. Their morning honks don’t say “good morning” — they say, “This is our neighborhood now, and we have opinions.”

Of course, your phone can wake you up, too. Alerts, notifications, mysterious dings at all hours. If this e-newsletter is what gets you out of bed at noon, then you clearly don’t have a sleep problem. And I am relieved to know that we rank somewhere below “angry goose” on your annoyance scale.

Have a fantastic Friday, and thanks for reading.

Shane Goodman
Editor and Publisher
Times Vedette digital newsletter
shane@gctimesnews.com
641-332-2707

Good Tuesday morning to you!

Rush. Hurry. Urgent. A couple hundred words tell us to get moving. The dictionary is full of them, and so are we. But why are we always in such a hurry?

When I was fresh out of college at my first job in Des Moines, I would debate whether to take I-235 or Grand Avenue to work from my West Des Moines apartment. That was like choosing between a punch in the face or a kick in the kidney. Neither was appealing. Neither was predictable. But what was predictable was that I would wait until the last minute to leave, then drive in a panic to avoid being late. Not exactly a great way to start the day.

Eventually, I learned something simple: leave 30 minutes earlier. Avoid traffic. Arrive with a smile. Get a head start on the day’s tasks. Revolutionary.

The ride home was no different. Cranking a Red Hot Chili Peppers CD probably didn’t help my stress. And, as a young, single guy in the early 1990s, what exactly was I rushing for? A game of darts with my roommates? A re-run of “Cheers”? A trip to the car wash?

Years later, I met newly retired Joe Weeg, a former Polk County prosecutor who is now a CITYVIEW columnist, at our Des Moines office. I walked in our conference room to meet him with my yellow pad and pen. He laughed.

“I remember rushing from one meeting to another, taking notes on those yellow pads,” he said. Then, with a smile, he offered, “Now all I rush for is another cup of coffee.”

Retirement slows some people down. Others just choose to stay in a hurry. Always.

A Georgian proverb says, “He who is in a hurry always arrives late.” And a bumper sticker I saw recently read: “Go ahead and pass me. I left on time.”

The solution to all this hurriedness? It’s simple. Start earlier.

Have a terrific Tuesday, and thanks for reading.

Shane Goodman
Editor and Publisher
Times Vedette digital newsletter
shane@gctimesnews.com
641-332-2707

Interruptions 

We are absolutely loaded with interruptions. Phone calls. Social media alerts. Text messages. Emails. That one person who says, “Real quick…” and then talks for 20 minutes. This newsletter? Let’s be honest — it might be interrupting you right now. Sorry about that.

Now, some interruptions are nice. A call from a friend. Good news. Someone bringing you food. But most interruptions have one job, and they do it beautifully: they interrupt.

It’s hard to imagine now, but there was a time — not all that long ago — when people weren’t reachable every second of the day. Younger readers, I regret to inform you that we once lived in a magical era where you could just… disappear. No texts. No notifications. No “Where are you???” messages with three question marks and rising panic.

Back then, you could start something and actually finish it. I know — it sounds made up. Like a fairy tale. “Once upon a time, a person completed a task without checking his phone.”

The other day, I was driving my truck and thinking about this. There was a time when being in your vehicle meant peace and quiet. It was your own little bubble of freedom. Nobody knew where you were. Nobody knew what you were doing. And somehow, the world kept spinning anyway.

Now? If you don’t respond within five minutes, people assume you have fallen off the grid, joined a monastery or been abducted.

Somewhere along the line, we all agreed — without actually agreeing — that we should be available 24/7 and share every detail of our lives. What we had for breakfast. A couple hundred selfies. Where we “checked in.”

And, of course, it’s not enough to share our own lives — we also have to keep up with everyone else’s breakfast, selfies and check-ins. It’s exhausting. I know more about what people ate this morning than I know about my own extended family.

At this point, it’s fair to call it what it is: an addiction. One that, some would argue, was carefully engineered by Big Tech to keep us scrolling, clicking and occasionally wondering why we opened the app in the first place.

And like any addiction, it’s tough to break.

So maybe the solution is simple — or at least simple in theory. Put the phone down. Ignore a notification. Sit in your car for an extra minute before going inside. Experience a brief, glorious interruption-free moment.

Just don’t forget to post about it later.

Shane Goodman
Editor and Publisher
Times Vedette digital newsletter

It’s all in the hands

Hands in the air, fingers slightly shaking upward, a smile on his face — that’s how my friend Dion Higgins would answer any chiropractic question, along with the words: “It’s all in the hands.”

On the rare occasions I ever set foot on a golf course, it was usually with him. When I smacked my club into the ground with a pathetic swing, he would give my wrists a quick adjustment so I could try again.

As a chiropractor, Dion loved his work. He was good at it, too. But nearly 13 years ago, a 21-year-old driver crossed the center line, and both their lives were taken. No amount of medical care could fix that.

I think of Dion often, especially when hands come up. Looking at my own now, I notice the changes: wrinkles, scars, misaligned knuckles, arthritic joints. Dion could do a lot of magic, but he couldn’t turn back time.

When I was younger, I would look at older people’s hands and wonder how they aged so suddenly. Now I look at my daughters’ hands and see smooth, unmarked skin. What happened?

My younger years were full of days pounding nails, pouring concrete and pitching manure. Wrestling and coaching for decades also took their toll. My fingers and wrists bear the marks.

I’m convinced you can tell a lot about a person by their hands. Ask a palm reader. Your heart line, your sun line, your fate line, your life line, your head line. It’s all in the palm of your hand.

Palm reading, or palmistry, is “the art of analyzing the physical features of the hands to interpret personality characteristics and predict future happenings,” according to Allure.com. Hands are “portals that shed invaluable insight,” the article says, offering a beginner’s guide to reading them.

I don’t know much about palmistry, but I’ll give it a try. Because now, more than ever, I believe Dion was right. It’s all in the hands.

Have a terrific Tuesday, and thanks for reading. 

Shane Goodman
Editor and Publisher
Times Vedette digital newsletter
shane@gctimesnews.com
641-332-2707

Get out of bed

The words in the above headline create some great advice for people of all ages but especially for those of a younger generation. 

Des Moines entrepreneur John Ruan, Sr., who died in 2010 at age 96, said his business success wasn’t because he was so much smarter than other people, but rather that he simply got out of bed earlier and, as a result, accomplished more each day. Great point. 

Cyd Koehn, owner of Cyd’s Catering, told me that some of the most important decisions are hammered out over early breakfasts that she caters while the majority of people are sleeping. She’s correct. 

Michael Gartner once suggested that I sleep in as much as I could while I was young because the older I would get, the more I would be staring at the ceiling at 5 a.m. Bingo. 

Getting out of bed earlier does seem to get easier the older I get, and it was certainly a challenge when I was younger. Regardless, it is a good habit that we can all form if we put our minds to it. 

In a 2014 article in the Huffington Post, Mike Fishbein wrote 11 ways to get out of bed faster and have more energy in the morning. Some are wonderful ideas, like opening your blinds before going to sleep so you wake up with the sun, placing your alarm clock away from your bed so you can’t hit the snooze button, exercising when you wake up, and simply being accountable to others. Others are just awful ideas, like drinking water before going to sleep, eating before bedtime, and setting the alarm clock to play your favorite music. 

Some people claim to be the most productive at night. It’s possible, but research says that less than 1% of the population are actually genetically programmed to work best later in the day. The rest of us need to simply get out of bed. 

Have a fantastic Friday, and thanks for reading. 

Shane Goodman
President and Publisher
Big Green Umbrella Media
shane@dmcityview.com
515-953-4822, ext. 305

What do you dream about?

Not your goals or visions or plans. I mean, what do you literally dream about while sleeping? Well, if you are in the 95% of us who forget our dreams, you simply don’t recall. Seeing how most of us have four to six dreams that last up to 20 minutes each, that’s a lot of dreaming to forget. 

Do you sleepwalk? My brother Steve did when we were kids. I thought it was funny. He didn’t laugh. About 15% of people do sleepwalk, and it can be a dangerous habit, especially when it involves grooming oneself, cooking food or driving a car.

Do you dream about falling? More than half of Americans do, making this the most common recurring dream. It is followed by being chased, being back in school,or being naked in public — or in my case, all three at once. These kinds of dreams are likely brought on by stress.

Does everyone dream? The vast majority of us do, and even blind people can have visual dreams. If you are a pet owner, you likely know that animals dream, too. 

Do we dream in color? Most people do (in pastel colors, to be specific), but about 12% dream in black and white. Either way, the visual aspect is the primary sense. People rarely use their smell or taste senses in dreams.

Did you know that we can only dream about people we’ve seen before? Whether we know them well or just met them briefly, the people in our dreams are all people we have seen prior.

Do you have nightmares? Up to 85% of adults do, at least occasionally. Nightmares are common for children ages 3-6, but the serious ones usually diminish with age. As a child, I would dream that Santa Claus was chasing me down to kill me. I hid under my lower bunk bed in each dream and would wake up in a sweat when he would reach for me. Merry Christmas.

And finally, how about recurring dreams like being late, failing an exam, being attacked or losing control of a car? I often dream that I am driving a car too fast with hopes I can ramp over open water and land on ground. When it becomes apparent that I can’t, I wake up. Recurring dreams occur when people have to deal with unresolved conflicts in their lives. Hmmm.

Want to learn more about dreams? Check out the research behind the statistics I shared and much more at disturbmenot.co/dreams-facts.

Have a thoughtful Tuesday, and, as always, thanks for reading. 

Shane Goodman
Editor and Publisher
Times Vedette digital newsletter
shane@gctimesnews.com
641-332-2707