All posts tagged: Work

Resolutions

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Resolution #1 Stop hitting the snooze button  The alarm goes off and I immediately hit snooze. I usually set it for 5:25 AM to give me time to slowly rise before 6:15 AM yoga, but I inevitably snooze until 6:05 and miss my class altogether. I did remedy this the other night: showered and ready for bed, I slipped into leggings, a yoga tank, and bra instead of my light flannel PJs. At 6:05 AM Tuesday morning after “snoozing” for 40 minutes I turned off my heating pad (yes, I sleep with one) rolled out of bed, brushed, rinsed, and ran out the door. I made it to the studio in a respectable 13 minutes only slightly late and ready to roll, but started wilting at the 40 minute mark in class, leading to my next resolution … Resolution #2  Keep swimming  My yoga instructor is tight in body, instruction, mindset, and in discipline. Girlfriend also uses a heck of a lot of metaphors and motivational lines during each class. “If you let go of the toe, …

Over the Overwhelm

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Welcome to my 5 5 5 series. The objective of this exercise is to write five lines five times a week for five weeks about anything. Habits don’t create themselves, after all. The frequency & length remains from post to post, but the topics will be varied. Read my introduction here.  Wk 2 Post 3 The heart of the matter is getting organized, because until you do, you won’t be able to take the internal pressure of not knowing what you’re doing much longer.  Start a notebook for listing out everything you know you have to do between today and the end of the year, writing small progress notes in the margins, and using tabs if you need to.  Map everything out on a calendar using  color coded pens to keep things clear and time sensitive.  Set alerts on your phone & stick updated  post-it reminders on the bathroom mirror, the refrigerator, on the shoe closet door, and on your remote control.  Tell your friends, “I am soooo over being overwhelmed,”  and need to bow …

Couples Counseling

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My editorial calendar and I need therapy.  It is not a love/ hate relationship.  Having a blog means posting content regularly.  It means you are wanting and willing to share your vision and your thoughts within your genre of food, fashion, fine art, entertaining, lifestyle, or in my case, personal narrative, and hoping that you have nuggets of good information hiding in there of value to someone other than yourself. Having been actively blogging for about two years now (as I do not count my four yearly posts earlier on)  I have resisted the editorial calendar thinking that her function was for busy bloggers, serious bloggers, and prolific bloggers, not lil ol’ me.  When I started posting with some regularity in 2013, I heard from here, there, and everywhere that the secret to success is the editorial calendar.  Heck no, I resisted.  And yet, someone gave her my address and in she popped into my life with all of her enthusiastic and organized glory. My editorial calendar (or let’s just call her E.C. for short) …

Don’t Forget Me Though I’ve Been Gone

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There was a dirt hill exiting the woods leading down to a path across a rickety wooden bridge at my neighborhood playground.  I remember this hill being very high and steep.  It was challenging, exciting, but never dangerous.  I remember running down it each time we wanted to reach the park, but do not have any recollection of falling down or slipping.  There was no fear or hesitation in my steps, and because of it, I was able to successfully get from point A to B each and every time. Today, I would likely see that hill as slippery, unstable, dangerous, and intimidating even if it is smaller to an adult as it was to a nine year old.  I can just see myself today, trying to scale down it sideways and still slipping while kicking up enough dust to fill an ankle boot.  In my attempt to be cautious, I would surely risk more injury than if I used secure but large and quick strides to come down. I have thought of that hill …

Table For One

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What’s funny as of late is this whole mission I am on to find a place to write that isn’t my home.  I am not distracted by laundry nor by the television nor by the phone.  My MoJo is just a ‘no go’ at home.  It has started to piss me off. My writing.  Or lack thereof.  So there.  I said it again.  I said what you have been thinking about if you follow me here.  Just friggin write, and let it go.  Changing my dining table out will not make me more productive.  Adding new shelving will not untie the knots in my head.  A nicer light fixture will not expand my thinking.  My habits need a shake up and that includes not overthinking what I am going to write as well as where I will write it.  I have been packing up my things and heading out each day to find the elusive spot to catch my muse, because as DessertComes1st said to me, “The muse comes when you are creating, not while you …

Stewing

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The majority of my days between Thanksgiving and the second week of December were spent stewing.  I wish I could say I was productively thinking, but I wasn’t.  You know when you are just stuck in your head, with thousands of thoughts and instead of doing something with them and with that energy, you just sit and replay your worries over and over and over again?  You break them down, you analyze them.  You come up with no plan nor a result.  You just let it sit and stir and stew.  It sits there.  Stewing.  You sit there doing nothing. My mental hamster wheel came to a sudden halt when I received a phone call from the Bachelorette asking me if I was available to work the next day or two.  “Ummm… err.  Yeah… well..”  I hemmed and hawed as she sat patiently on the other end of the line.  “Sure.  Yes.  Yes!  Okay, I will come in if you need me.  Thank you for calling me,”  I said, committing to doing at least something …

Not To Be Believed

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I had just about given up on blogging after just two entries, because I tried to go on a late night computer fast in order to help me get to sleep on an early and consistent schedule.  My circadian rhythm is not something I ever thought I would have to give much consideration to, until I realized my face looked like the harried face of a 24/7 mother with 26 toddlers instead of the 9/7 teacher who gets to give them back to their parents at the end of the day. So I am back, after having a great gal pal dinner at the fabulous Italian restaurant in the Financial District where not only did I feed my stomach, but my spirit too, as great gal pals always tend to do for us girls.  My dear friends, Contessa and Gallery Girl, encouraged me to start a blog of my own, for the very reasons I already secretly had:  to keep track of journal entries in a more interesting way and to have something different to do …