Man, does it feel GOOD to be powered by WordPress. I have been so resistant to change with web design. I’ve loved Notepad since I was 13 when I first learned how to make html-based websites. I never progressed from Notepad. Notepad was the one. CharlenePrecious.com is an entirely html-based site built with Notepad (I’ve disabled all site navigation except for the blog because I’m working on a revamp.) But honestly, it’s a royal pain in the butt and enough is enough! I committed to moving on and tackling WordPress. Everything is practically automated. Super low on stress and hassle once you’ve configured and customized everything. BUT. And this is a big but. Until you’ve configured and customized everything exactly to the way you want it, it’s still a pain in the butt. Not easy especially when you’re very particular about how you want your site to look and work. I know I am. Anyway, what matters is that it’s here. A Photo A Day is an official photo journal. You can read all about it here. I am so excited! Welcome, welcome!

I think I’ve read in an HR textbook back in school that recognition is one of the greatest motivators in the workplace. I concur. I think that without it, there’s a disconnect. It’s really quite amazing how one genuine praise, a genuine “great job!” (key word is *genuine*) can change your entire day, week, month, year. Sometimes it’s nevermind the money, nevermind the job, nevermind the work environment. Sometimes it’s just wanting to be recognized for your hard work and efforts and feel appreciated. Abraham Maslow did say that we have a hierarchy of emotional needs to fulfill – this is totally one of them! I think we all want a little attention that cold, hard cash can’t provide. But then again, I can’t speak for everyone. When I become a bosslady one day, I will condition myself to be extra sensitive to recognizing, acknowledging, praising, rewarding, and appreciating my team (when it is deserved of course).

Where is this coming from? My wonderful boss who said very nice things as I was leaving the office today. I’m fueled and ready to take on the world today more than yesterday.

This photo was taken in a tunnel that led to the courtyard of Juliet’s home in Verona, Italy. It is tradition to write love letters in this tunnel and so these are love letters from people all over the world who have crossed the tunnel. This photo is just a *small* snippet of thousands of letters.

I did not have a pen, or Scotch tape, or paper, and therefore could not declare my love for Rico in this love tunnel. I blame our tour guide for not supplying us with such necessities.