Kris Biedermann-Townsend

12/20/2025

One last day at work. And I say that not as a burden or a sigh of relief but as a celebration of having done it all with purpose and principles I've learned from a truly inclusive, encouraging and inspiring team.

I love what I do, and that is not just a statement, but as a lived experience given the freedom, the trust and the support I receive day after day. This year has been filled with people, conversations that transformed a lot in me, decisions made with care, and a sense of motion that felt alive rather than heavy. And I feel a certain affection to it all, the moments, the people, the learning.

Then, there is today, something sparkles within.

A romantic hum of anticipation that moves through the hours, turning ordinary moments bright. Cocoa tastes better. Every message I am answering, there is a certain smile that just cannot be contained.

Why?

A personal dream, imagined, discussed, planned with joy over years, with the man I now proudly call my fiancé - is no longer hovering in the future. It is here. And we are counting down the days. I won't say more.

Everything has been set.

Even the construction at our holiday home has been paused on purpose, tools put down mid-progress, because this moment was designed to be lived fully. Not escaping any responsibilities, as not only are they fun, they’ve also been handled beautifully. Him and I have taken our time to arrange life to open its arms for us.

There is romance. There is readiness. There are laughs.
There is a glow that is filling the room.
My 7 and 3 year old recognize the shift in energy.

The pleasure of one final day, knowing tomorrow carries sunlit mornings, shared tables, long evenings, and the luxury of being exactly where you want to be.

Today is the last note of the year, held just a little longer. Its sweet music. I am grateful. I am excited. And I am still trying to pinch myself.

After tomorrow, we put down our tools, and start packing (which I usually hate, but not this time), and go to a few relatives before the year ends, and before we 'vanish' for a while. Oh, the emotions, the excitement.

Thank you M, M and T for everything you did for me this year, at work, at home, in heart, in soul. You've no idea how grateful I am.

Thank you Z, P, A, S, J, N and D (and so many others) for making workplace feel like a non-stop party, and another home. We have our quirks but we make it work beautifully and that I never thought I'd ever say about a job.

Thanks Mom, Dad and my sons, you are my rock!

And here are some Hugs for all you hard-working Li Guild.

Of wood and words, - Kris

(Text: Original content | Image: AI Generated using my own photo as source)

12/16/2025

By - joanav.fit on Instagram.

12/10/2025

11/11/2025

I can't hear myself think…

I am an extravert, so goes without saying I love being in an engaged and interactive setup. Yet, when it comes to online world that just never shuts up - feeds overflowing, opinions multiplying by the second, and a non-stop barrage of irrelevant and unsolicited advice, dressed as 'much needed insight'.

It is too much.

I am in no way wanting to unplug or go off-the-grid, I cannot even imagine being in too much silence for too long. What I don't want is technology and algorithms deciding how I am informed, how I am connected, and what I see.

I want to use technology on my terms, not the ones written by Big Tech broligarchs, and their toxic obsession with our eyeballs. I want to choose what I see, when and how much. I want to decide how all of it gets space in my head.

I want to decide what I think about in a given moment, and not be driven by an algorithm or its sheeple driving me toward a realm of thoughts that neither have importance in my life nor interest me - let alone should get to influence my thinking space.

Just a few moments ago, I found myself struggling to think, and realized I had a big frown on my face - and out of nowhere I was truly annoyed and displeased. I have absolutely no reason in my life to be either of those - not even one.

So, I decided to write this post, to share with those who have ever felt the same way or do time to time, that I am setting sacred slots in my day where the only tech I touch is a Word Document.

No browsers.
No work bulletins.
No friend chats.
No social scrolls.
No inboxes.

Just me, and my thoughts. The space where my creative juices show up in their strongest form, helping me craft stories, explore ideas, structure storylines with clarity, excitement, and depth. That's what I want my clients to experience. That's what I want their audience to feel.

Because when I strategize my story-crafting from that space, I am not reacting to the algorithms trying to influence my thought process but shaping the world I want to be in, and want it to be.

09/29/2025

Only days ago, my fiancée proposed. But that's not what I am here to share.
On the weekend that just passed by, he surprised me again, in a way I never saw coming.

He was supposed to be away for two to three weeks on work.
Our children had been 'shipped' to their grand parents.
I had braced myself to keep moving, staying busy,
with a plan on things I wanted to accomplish.

Out of nowhere he walked through the door.
Turns out, he conspired this weeks ago.
He had quietly arranged everything with my workplace so I could not say no.

His had a simple and electric mission.
Reminding me to ...
Pause. Breathe. Be.
Refill myself.
And Celebrate us.

Life never slows down.
There is always more work.
Parents are always checking-in.
But our hearts and bodies need a little space.
A pause.
A moment to refill.
A moment just to be.

And he wanted to make sure I do.
It helped big time.
It helped me show up fully again today.
Not as fragments, but as my best selves.

He saw me.
My family supported his mission.
My workplace made space on his request.

I truly paused, took a breather of a weekend, to refill.
And realized that I needed it
but never stopped to think I did.

His thoughtful surprise, and my conspiringly lovely workplace,
made this weekend a beautiful reminder
of how much we all need to pause, breathe, and refill
Even if we enjoy what we do,
even if we have the best life.

Grateful for all of it! - Full Stop!

09/25/2025

Team work .... sounds so ... business-y!

Some teams just deliver results.

Team I get to craft with ..
We are dreamers, intentional about making it happens

as much as having fun.

Every moment feels electric, messy, joyful, and totally alive.

And I had to stop and share that, just because!

09/19/2025

If you think “The joke is on you” is a clever subject line…
That it will lure me to open your email,
Respect you as a professional,
Or, entrust you with business…

You are gravely mistaken.

Dear 'Marketing Guru', what you think is a 'witty strategy' is anything but.

It is lazy, manipulative and toxic. You think 'let's use their FOMO to sell' and that you're a clever-Clive .. sadly, you instantly told me that you are manipulative, disrespectful and most certainly not trustworthy.

And, yes, I made all those judgements about your entire work, history and brand without even opening the email. And, YOU are the one responsible.

Mocking your audience is not marketing.
It is the fastest lane to irrelevance.
It is why people lose trust.

Marketing is about building trust, inviting interest, creating curiosity but most importantly addressing a need that will make their lives better.

Great marketing honours intelligence of the buyer, and builds interest in your brand with trust and excitement as its foundation.

Anything less is not persuasion.
It is spam, dressed in the tatters of bad humor.
It is toxicity wrapped in a shiny bow
Guaranteed to disappoint.

09/12/2025

This is how our week was this time around ... Hope yours was better - https://www.facebook.com/share/r/174aAHdJAp/

09/11/2025

85% of Americans don't know how to do basic math.
Thankfully, I'm part of the remaining 45%.

09/08/2025

Some days don’t go as planned.
Challenges appear, progress stalls.

I always opt for the simpler approach to get my ducks in a row..

🦆 Pause.
🦆 Step back.
🦆 Return refocused.

To me, interruption is an opportunity to zoom in and out for clarity, refine my strategy, and return stronger armed with knowledge, motivation and enthusiasm. Not toxic positivity, instead, determined action-plan.

Obstacles aren’t a stop sign.
If anything, they are but a compass next, better and smarter move!

Full-stop!
-Kris