No Great Shakes

     A handshake can tell you a lot about a person. It can also be the prelude to a variety of relationships. Why has the importance of giving a proper handshake been forgotten?


     There are few things worse than a bad handshake. Whether it's bone crushing or limp wristed and loose, it's terrible either way. At the age of 4, my grandfather taught me to shake hands. A handshake was to be firm, straight forward, and you were to look the recipient in the eyes. That last part was important because it would illustrate that you were trustworthy. I have received many handshakes that do not live up to the standard that I was taught by.


    As I have mentioned in earlier posts, I have started my own side business. It is because of this that I find myself at many networking events where handshakes are as freely given as kisses to a long lost lover. These handshakes should be starting future business relationships. Instead, I am left puzzled by what I've just received in my extended hand. I used to think that men were the main givers of bad handshakes, but it is equal opportunity. I have received bone shattering grips from other women as well as handshakes so impotent I thought I was holding a dead fish.


     Handshakes should be a pleasure for both parties. If your handshake is lacking, it will cause others to wonder what else is. Extend your hand, firmly grip and shake with an authoritative fluidity. Last but not least, look them in the eye. You want them to be able to trust you, don't you?

Don't Stop! Get it! Get it!

     Mae West once said that too much of a good thing can be wonderful. How true is that statement? How often do we go overboard on things we enjoy?


     My time in college was filled with academia, friendships, and defining moments, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't drink or party with reckless abandon. Many nights were filled with drinking and dancing. Lord the dancing! From Cosmopolitans to G&Ts to Busch Light 30 packs, too much never seemed to be enough.


     Other areas of my life overflowed unnecessarily also. I hated being home when I was in college. I felt like I had to be at a party full of music constantly. I didn't like being able to hear inside my own head. No party was complete without a great outfit. I shopped like malls were going to be outlawed. By my sophomore year of college I had six credit cards. Sometimes I'd combine my two favorite vices. I'd get tipsy and shop. Very bad idea. I'd get my statements in the mail and not remember a thing until my brain bombarded me with splintered memories of Riesling and receipts.


     Each person has a vice that we overdo. Now at 30, I don't drink and I've put myself on a budget. I'm not perfect, but I realize that moderation is key. Anything in excess can be dangerous.


     Life is meant to be vivid and vibrant. This is not a license to be hedonistic constantly. There is a time and place for everything. An occasional indulgence is fine.