If you’ve taken a moment to look around lately, you may have noticed that the world is becoming a giant dumpster fire. Socially, politically, economically, environmentally, we’re living in troubled times. And I feel like I keep looking over my shoulder waiting for the four horsemen of the apocalypse to ride past me.
You want to do something, but you can’t bring yourself to face the frozen wind blowing tiny ninja stars into your eyes.
The day I’m writing this, I was up before the sun. WAY before. I jumped out of bed at 4:30 am, went for a run, and completed a strength training workout before walking the dog and starting my workday.
Lately, when I have a moment to think, the same thing pops into my mind: marshmallows. No, this isn’t another article about my obsession with food. Although fittingly, I have to put an almost herculean effort into not eating marshmallows if they’re in my eyeline. But if you want to dive into that rabbit hole,... Continue Reading →
I’m not sure about everyone else, but in my family, quitting your job without a “backup plan” (aka not having another job to go to) is something you just don’t do. Having a job is far more important than whatever fulfillment you get (or don’t get) from that job. I was trained early on that you could quit… as long as you had something stable to fall back on. I used to believe this too. I used to think that it didn’t matter if I was miserable at my job, I was lucky I had one at all.
If you’ve followed this blog for any amount of time, you know that I have a tendency to make big, impulsive decisions without always stopping to think of the possible consequences. The benefit of this is that when I let my passion lead without pausing to let my fear stop me, more often than not, good things happen. But it also means that when bad things happen, they can be disastrous.
When I feel overwhelmed, I imagine myself as a bricklayer. I try not to picture the finished project or every painstaking step it will take to get there. Imagining that kind of immense scale will give you vertigo.
I recently learned about a study that tested the best way to become proficient at a task. They did this by looking at how two groups of people learned to make clay pots. In one corner you have the ‘studiers’ who were asked to spend the majority of their allotted time researching best practices, new techniques, etc. In the other corner you have the ‘doers’ who were asked to spend their entire allotted time making pots and learning on the go.
My dad has never been shy about sharing his opinions (there’s no question where I get it from). And multitasking is a subject he feels very strongly about. If I had a nickel for every time he (without prompt) said, “there’s no such thing as multitasking, there is only doing multiple things badly,” I would make Warren Buffet quake with the sheer magnitude of my wealth.