Sentences with phrase «really meets the road»

However the rubber really meets the road when we can bring that mindfulness off the meditation cushion and into our everyday lives.

This is where the evolution really meets the road.

This isn't exciting to talk about, but it is where the rubber really meets the road in terms of investment success.

Not exact matches

Many in Hollywood say they see the spiritual - memoir - turned - movie as the next hot genre, suggesting there are ongoing talks about turning Lauren Winner's «Girl Meets God» into a romantic comedy, Ian Cron's «Jesus, My Father, the CIA, and Me» into an action flick, Anne Lamott's «Traveling Mercies» into an indie road trip film, Kathleen Norris» «The Cloister Walk» into something really creepy involving monks.»

This is where being able to think like a shopper becomes really important, and the rubber meets the road in terms of store shopability.

I'm fourteen years old starting my road to recovery and it's very fearing and to know that I have to live with it scares the living daylight a out of me I can't speak much about my cognitive behavior therapy because I've only really doing assements but I'm writing this for myself and yourself I haven't always been religious but in times of fear and need know that you aren't alone God is always there and even wen your in your worse state I usally just lay down meditate a bit and speak to my father God and he always gives me a sense of relief this past week I feel like I have been a constant circle of fear but I would always freak out and be scared for no reason but just know that more than 44 million people have this you are br alone and one day you will meet your savior Jesus christ he put you in a test of life and he's going to congratulate you, you must wait for him and on another note if any one knows how to deal with the fear of the future or staying in a constant state please email me at [email protected] thank you so much everyone and there is a recovery maybe but today or Tommie but you will overcome

Right out of college and drenched (not wet) behind the ears, I glimpsed a world I didn't really understand — but watching the rubber meet the road of politics was a most enlightening experience all around.

Government statistics claim that serious injuries are falling much more rapidly than deaths, but the committee questioned the accuracy of the injury data and whether the government «is really going to meet its road safety targets».

These microscopic villi are vital to good health, because it is here that the digestive process really occurs, it is here where the «rubber meets the road» and the absorption of dietary proteins, carbohydrates and fats occur.

What we didn't realize was that the scene we cut, which is the confidential strategy meeting between Schultz [played by Christoph Waltz] and Django on the road to Candyland, is the scene that really solidifies that Django is playing his character all the way.

Priest is a hybrid fusion of Road Warrior meets Judge Dread, with a little Blade tossed in for good measure, and as a result it's a film that is more entertaining than it really has any right to be.

David Mann (Dennis Weaver) is on his way to a meeting with a client way out woop - woop, driving his nice and shiny new red Plymouth (much like the valiant my father used to own) when a short «incident» with a very run down truck triggers off a sequence of events that can only really be described as pre-meditated road rage.

Especially with the hard top, you really do feel in command of the road and ready to meet anything the world or other drivers want to throw at you.

11:14 «The implementation of any idea is really where the rubber meets the road, but if you don't have somebody there kind of coaching you a little bit as you go along and keeping the end goal in mind, sometimes it's easy for us to sway and get short - term in our thinking»

This is where the mettle meets the road, and she had to make the tough choices to pay down her debt, versus continuing to live a life she wanted but really wasn't entitled too.

Accordingly, upon meeting «older» Australian travelers in their 20s, Sutcliffe's Dave admits, «I felt I couldn't really talk about what I'd done, because they'd all been on the road for months and had amazing stories I couldn't possibly compete with — about how they'd got lost in the Thai jungle with heroin smugglers, had fought off kitten - sized cockroaches in an Indonesian prison, or had done the entire Everest trek dressed in flip - flops and a Bondai Beach T - shirt.»

I keep walking around the Island, it's really quiet and feel's it's like you are walking along a deserted island, I only meet 5 people along Gili Meno's sandy road, I don't know maybe it's because low season now and I am so used to the hustle and bustle of the chaotic Kuta.

The first three are probably for fairly obvious reasons, but meeting new people on the road is what really makes traveling extra special.

City breaks are great, but road trips really get you out there and seeing the sites, meeting the people, tasting the best local food and drinks.

Where this all meets the road in today's involvement is really at the intersection of artificial intelligence (AI) and machine learning (ML).

Because, when the rubber meets the road on the first phone interview with the recruiter, and the first phone interview with the company, if you don't do well with those two things... it doesn't really matter how well - trained you are.

(It was also really cool to meet you in person... I started following your blog when I lived in Colorado several years ago, and have since moved to Pike Road!)

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.