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Focus Amps Energy


Focus is energizing.  
Budgeting is a way to focus energy.

Energy is a badly needed commodity in my life.  
Energy to focus.  Energy to listen.  Energy to do.  

In our world, we learn financially budgets and hopefully time budgeting.  Some people are good at food budgets.  What about the concept of energy budgeting?   

A budget is simply "an estimate, plan of operations, total sum of money set aside or needed for a purpose and a limited stock of supply of something."  (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/budget)

For the purpose of the next few blogs we will look at budgeting defined as a limited stock of supply of something.

Energy is not finite.  It needs to be guarded, promoted, built and budgeted.


Hummingbirds do it.  Random interesting research relating to this subject.  At least, I find it extremely interesting.  I will admit, I have warped interest!    
(Dynamic energy and time budgets in hummingbirds: a study in Sephanoides sephaniodes  M. Victoria Lo ́pez-Calleja, Francisco Bozinovic*)

Trees and plants do it.  When resources are depleted, they go dormant and revert to survival mode and out of production mode.   “Trees release a tremendous amount of water through their leaves. In a drought like this the tree shuts off water to some of its leaves and drops them.”  
(http://www.news-leader.com/article/20120729/NEWS01/307290028/Missouri-drought-trees-leaves)


Focus Amps Energy.  
It is an energizing process of limiting and disciplining ourselves.  
Budgeting is a concrete strategy to FOCUS.

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