by Michelle Lasley | Sep 22, 2020 | One a Day, Post a Day 2020, The Balancing Act, The Business Side
Did you see my post entitled, “Back Up Your Data.” I am bringing it up again, in such short return, because you seriously need to back up your data. When I began penning this post, and the previous “Back Up Your Data”, I had the former scheduled to publish on...
by Michelle Lasley | Sep 15, 2020 | One a Day, Post a Day 2020, The Balancing Act, The Business Side
We all have products we love. Right? Well, a long time ago now, I really really wanted to do Bullet Journal videos. In those videos, I dreamt about combining art, how-to, and products that I love. I really wanted to do these videos. And, I still do. But, here’s the...
by Michelle Lasley | Sep 8, 2020 | One a Day, Post a Day 2020, The Balancing Act, The Business Side
This is all about backing up your data. Why is it important to back up your data? Well, sometimes hardware fails. Sometimes companies make changes and you can no longer access a thing you depend on. Sometimes you accidentally delete a thing. Let’s discuss why it’s...
by Michelle Lasley | Sep 1, 2020 | One a Day, Post a Day 2020, The Balancing Act
When did you decide you wanted to vote? I have been passionate about voting since I was in middle school. Kerry Washington couldn’t remember if it was 7th or 8th grade. I remember it was 8th grade, with Mr. Visser. After we memorized the Preamble, I knew, I wanted to...
by Michelle Lasley | Aug 25, 2020 | One a Day, Post a Day 2020, The Balancing Act, The Business Side
My friend said I should start a podcast. That moment brought up the invitation I had to pay someone to help me with a podcast, which happened just a few months before she said, “You should do a podcast!” That moment brought up the hours and hours I spent listening to...
by Michelle Lasley | Aug 19, 2020 | One a Day, Post a Day 2020, The Balancing Act
It was in 9th-grade geometry class, and I was sketching peace signs and flowers on my notebook. (I have always loved doodling.) While I knew the symbols were reminiscent of the “hippy flower child” my teacher called me as she sauntered up and down the aisles between...
