NOISE, BY POOH
Oh, the butterflies are flying,
Now the winter days are dying,
And the primroses are trying
To be seen.
And the turtle-doves are cooing,
And the woods are up and doing,
For the violets are blue-ing
In the green.
~A.A.Milne #1stDayOfSpring
Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me. “What would I do?” I said to Pooh, “If it wasn't for you,” and Pooh said: “True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two, Can stick together,” says Pooh, says he.
“That's how it is,” says Pooh. ~A.A.Milne #ValentinesDay
please normalize letting people eat their lunch alone if they want and decompressing for 30 min without the pressure of being considered antisocial in the workplace.
We should try to listen to the quietest person in the room. They're often the ones who see what everyone else misses. Loud doesn't necessarily mean right.
“February comes when we are sick of winter. Wishing to do her best, she ventures her spring costume: crocus, primrose and daffodil days. Ah no! We know March is to come with its frosts, a plunge back into the winter which poor February tried to flatter us was over.”~A.A.Milne
"Christopher Robin and I are going for a Short Walk," said Eeyore, "not a Jostle. If he likes to bring Pooh and Piglet with him, I shall be glad of their company, but one must be able to Breathe." ~A.A.Milne