In my experience, the ambiance of a place makes a lot of difference in our life. Since I love cooking and hosting dinners, I've notice behaviors change depending on how I set the situation. One of the situations is music or sound. Have any of you got deeper in your music that you can connect certain type of music to a type of dish category serve. Some example categories are appetizers or spicy food or desserts? My chatty AI tells me .... ➡️ Yes, there is a strong, scientifically backed connection between food, music, and sound, often referred to as "sonic seasoning." Sound environments and music tempo or pitch can drastically alter taste perception—making food seem sweeter, bitterer, or affecting how quickly you eat—a phenomenon known as cross-modal correspondence I'm no music expert nor play any instrument but I do move to the beat that jives me. But it would be interesting to hear your thoughts!

Just saying hi today. I am just checking notifications and checking in with my favorite groups V1B1N Tribe members you are Top Notch. NIKKI and I are making a lot of content. We are so addicted to this Skool App already. Yesterday we spent the whole day working on it and had to remind ourselves to actually eat dinner at the end of the day Neither of us had showered or even brushed teeth ha ha, ha I guess you lose track of time when you’re having fun.🤩 🌈🖤🎵🪄😂👯‍♀️😎🍀

May all of us be happy and joyful! Acknowledged & appreciated for our many many hats we wear - running households and businesses, taking care of things, plants, kids, pets, men… the world! May our caring hearts extend intentionally that care to ourselves more! 💕💕💕 And until further notice, celebrate US and celebrate EVERYTHING!

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My name’s Don Schaeffer. I’ve been married over 40 years, I’ve got two daughters and six grandkids, and family has always been the center of everything I do. For most of my life, I worked in a factory 37 years of long hours, a lot of overtime, and doing what I believed was the responsible thing: show up, work hard, provide, and hope it all works out in the end. And for a long time, I just accepted that as normal. But if I’m being honest with you, there came a point where it started to weigh on me. I’d sit in my truck before work, just staring at the building, thinking… “I really don’t want to do this again.” Not because I’m afraid of hard work I’ve never been afraid of that but because deep down I knew this wasn’t how I wanted to spend the rest of my life.