Neither here nor there: A note on process

This weekend I went running through Griffith Park in Los Angeles. It took a while to climb up to the base of the park, and then I wandered off the main road to a set of amazing trails that took me to the height of the hills overlooking the Los Angeles basin.

Once at the top,  I got to turn around and view the city from afar. Just being able to escape the city and look back on it let me start to fall in love with cities again.  To tell you the truth, I was getting tired of cities, just as I sometimes get tired of working. It’s hard to keep it up, to stay focused, to stay motivated. It’s as though every Sunday is calling for a day of rest (or whatever day you choose), so that you can reflect, look back, and appreciate what you’ve done and where you’ve come from.

Griffith Park, Los Angeles

I feel like I haven’t had enough time to run lately. In fact, I feel like I haven’t had time for much of anything – for writing, for reading, or for just being. I feel so rushed and busy and overwhelmed by the rat chase, by the endless tasks I’m doing at work, and by the worthless cycle that is addictive communication (read: addicted to facebook and gmail). I don’t have time to do it all – and I’m not trying to do it all. I won’t read every blog, I won’t catch up on all of the news, or even get every square inch of work done that’s outlined on my desk.

Lately, things just haven’t been happening – because I don’t have the time.(I am kicking myself for saying that, because time is what you make of it and I KNOW that. And then I ask myself, why don’t you have time, Sarah? What are you doing to make yourself so busy?) I get home – tired – and the project that’s been put off for after-work, after-the-other-big-project-I’m-trying-to-finish, just isn’t happening. I feel like I’m dropping the ball, and I feel like the things I want to do – truly want to do, like read, write, and run – don’t have enough space in my life.

So on Sunday, when I came back from LA, I gave up. I turned off my phone alarm, I refused to get out of bed until 10AM, I refused to make a to-do list, and I refused to pick up after myself. I shoved my work bag in the closet and I let go of the anxiety associated with a huge pile of magazines that I *ought to* be reading.

I drank coffee.

And I sat.

The art of sitting is a lost art, it seems. Leo Babauta talks about white space and how we need it in both graphic arts as well as in our lives.  Space to live, breathe, and be.

Why don’t I have enough time? What am I doing that’s preventing my time from being mine? Where am I being aimless, unproductive, or focusing my energies on things I should be letting go of?

I sat some more.

And then, starting from scratch, from a small space of quiet and more regular rhythm of breathing, I picked up a book. A book I wanted to read, not one that I felt obligated to read. The difference seems subtle, but felt huge. And when I got tired, I set the book down and stared around the apartment for a while, choosing to do nothing but listen to my thoughts as they tumbled down out of the organized, stacked spaces I was trying to keep them in for the sake of efficiency and productivity. Productivity, it seems, is useless is you’re productively creating crap.

I made soup.

Long soup, the kind that takes hours.

Chicken soup, from scratch.

I didn’t berate the soup for taking a long time to cook, because I know the value of letting the flavors seep together in a wonderful stew.

I didn’t rush it; it just was.

I ignored absolutely everything on my mental to-do list and I canceled dinner with friends.

The lost art of sitting (Paris, 2007, photo by Sarah)

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I would much rather have one goal than many, if the goal were one I loved and cherished and could spend my focused time on. Working hard doesn’t have to leave you exhausted. In fact, if you’re exhausted, perhaps you’re working too hard – or not working the right type of hard. Perhaps your work should leave you both exhausted but also exhilarated.

I found, too, that the shield of “busy” is an armor I put up against the fact that I’m still unsure of where I’ll be in two, four, or seven years. Sometimes I feel as though I have no idea what I’m doing. When in doubt, or insecure about what I’m accomplishing and who I am becoming, I grab onto tasks and busy-ness and jump into the whirlwind lifestyle of a productive workaholic. Except even when I’m that busy, my heart still knows that it’s just an armor. It’s a front, it’s an idea I put up in the place of patiently listening to the small inklings of ideas that I’m truly passionate about. It’s as though I still believe that if I stamp my feet louder and try harder, maybe I’ll end up liking what I do more.

It doesn’t work like that, unfortunately.

So this blog, this post, is an ambling, wandering post, a message that it’s okay not to know where you’re going and that I, like you, am learning as I go.  I am learning about writing, about blogging, about life design and personal development and courage and wisdom and all the space in between.

I wish I could neatly and succinctly summarize how to make a busy life less stressful and more relaxed, but I didn’t master those ideas in my single day of rebellion. I know that anything worth doing takes time, slow time, and it’s a process that builds momentum over a series of repeated steps – not an instantaneous change that happens all at once.  It’s hard for me to post this, in fact, because I wish I did have the answers and could tell you exactly how to make it all better. But that would be delusional, because for me, and for you, it’s a process. Today, what I know right now is that busy-ness is not fun for the sake of busy-ness.  This is a process, a long process, and it turns out in the art of quiet and stillness, I’m a slow learner.

It’s life. I’m here for the ride.

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Social media for business: presentation

I’m working on a bit of research for my current company on social media as a business tool. Clearly, social media tools have been widely adopted by many businesses – but for some reason, within the design world, especially in architecture and landscape architecture, social media strategies have not been as readily adopted.
Here’s a great presentation on Social Media for businesses. I love the graphic layout and style. Beyond the visual resonance of the presentation, however, the slideshow makes several good points. Adopting a targeted social media strategy for your business can make sense in creating an audience, gathering feedback, and giving a voice to your clients.

What social media tools do you use for your business? Are some of the tools more time-intensive than others? Which targeted audiences create the most interest in your site or product? What lessons have you learned? Check out the presentation, below, and feel free to leave ideas in the comments.


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Happy birthday, happy Halloween – and enough with the stuff!

Happy Halloween! And Happy Birthday (Photo by Bill Tatham)

Sometimes I feel a bit like this pumpkin — squeezed full of food, overburdened with stuff, maxed out with things to do.  (Maybe I’ve had a bit too much Halloween candy, too!). It’s been quite a busy fall – and this week is no exception.  I’m packing and moving into a new apartment, it’s Halloween (happy Halloween everyone!) and my birthday was Saturday (Happy twenty-seven to me! How did I get so darn old already? – more on that in another post).

Moving is a great time for reflection, for cleaning out the closet, for looking at what you own, what you need, and what is holding you back or weighing you down. In addition, my birthday – the time of year when I get gifts and my people ask me what I want to celebrate getting older – feels kind of funny this year.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking somewhat aimlessly about things that I might want for my birthday, but each time I draft a new list, I can’t really pick out one thing that I want, or a reason why I should really be buying any MORE stuff. In fact, I’m getting more and more depressed by this exercise of listing all of these things that I want – as though I didn’t have enough stuff already. I was dreaming of a new iphone, some new running shoes, gadgets for my car … the list goes on.  But we can always use more stuff – there will be new gadgets, tools, books, bikes, and things to play with and buy. And, each thing that you buy will beget the need for more stuff – in an endless cycle of awesome consumerism.  When does it stop?

Moving is compounding the fact that I just have a lot of stuff. I have boxes and boxes of STUFF.

How much stuff does one person need? (Image found here.)

And so, enough. I have enough stuff. I’m putting down the wish lists and the dreams of things that I don’t have – there will always be things that I don’t have. If I were to own all of the possessions in the world, I would end up buried in a pile of stuff.

I have enough stuff. I have more than enough. I have so much stuff, that I ought to give most of it away and look back on the things I own and cherish them.

This birthday, my presents are going to be simple – and while I might benefit from them, I hope that my presents aren’t all about me.  Sometimes, birthdays feel kind of selfish.  But in the spirit of making birthday lists, this is my wish list this year:

I’d like to (1) find a way to use the stuff I already own, (2) Find ways to celebrate without spending any money, (3) Donate Stuff I don’t need to people and places that can use it, and (4) Support an entrepreneur in a venture to change the world.

Happy Halloween!

Dear Birthday-Santa, I’d only like 4 things, please:

Part 1. Find a way to use the Stuff I already 0wn. One of the blessings of moving – and moving often, as I’ve recently done – is that I can look around at what I own and how much space I take up in the world.  In looking at the boxes and boxes of things I have, I’ve decided that my birthday list will include finding useful things to do with the stuff I already own.  Sometimes it’s as simple as looking around us and appreciating the things we already own. Here are five things that I love  – and I already have them:

  • My running shoes. I own running shoes. Running is free. I don’t need to be a member of a club or go to track practice or do anything other than put my shoes on, and run. I can run every day of my life, and I never have to pay anyone to do it.  If my running shoes get old, I can run barefoot on the grass. Anyone who tells you that you need “stuff” to go running is wrong. People can hike or walk in sandals, in socks, barefoot on the beach, or with old, crappy shoes.  Sure, a nice pair of shoes once a year is a big boost, but the important thing is going for the run – not buying the shoes. And the thing that makes you feel good is going for the run – certainly not the shoes. So, for my birthday, I’m going on a run.
  • A bike. Biking isn’t quite free, but it comes close. I feel exceptionally lucky to have an awesome, awesome bike, some rad shoes, and a helmet. I already have it. What I don’t do is actually ride it. My birthday present to myself is going to be a fun ride one weekend morning in November. An even better present is going to be getting up early and going for a long ride before work.
  • Yoga. I have a yoga mat. Actually, I have 2 – I really don’t need them both, if anyone wants one.  I just learned several new sequences and poses (LOVE them), and I’m going to be practicing these new sequences a lot over the next few weeks. In a word: YAY.
  • Swim cap, goggles, and the San Francisco Bay. Now, I actually just lost my last towel. So perhaps I may borrow a beach towel if anyone has any extras to spare. But regardless. Nothing but a mile walk stands between me and Aquatic Park. Time for some cold swims. :)
  • An apartment in San Francisco. I’m so excited to be moving back, I can’t stand it. (For those of you who don’t know, I’ve been living temporarily close to work for a while, so it’s exciting to be moving back into an apartment again – especially in one of my favorite cities). I’m glad that I’ll have my own room again. And, while I’m donating a bunch of excess Stuff I don’t need – I’ll also be happy to see some of my Stuff again (kitchen appliances! and my own bookshelves!! and dressers! and a bed that, well, fits me! yay!!!!).  That is probably the best birthday present to myself – better than something else new to fill my time.
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Beautiful San Francisco – my favorite city (Image from Wikipedia)

Part 2. Celebrate without spending excessive amounts of money. I’d like to ask only for things that don’t cost any money. Time is the most precious resource, and if you would spend your time with me, that is the best gift of all. Sometimes we forget all the great things we can do without money and stuff. Here are some great things to do for a birthday:  Go on a bike ride. Make coffee at home and sit in a sunny window. Chat with your friends. Read old magazines. Explore new parks (in San Francisco, there are lots of great parks). Go for a hike. Visit a free museum. Find a new library. Explore the waterfront.

Fleet Week, San Francisco – October 2010

Part 3. Unburden myself of the stuff I don’t need: Donate half of my closet. In a Big Closet Clean-Out, I’m going to be donating half of my clothing and shoes to charity for Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Over the next few weeks I’m going to get rid of half of it, using the 2-closet trick. I’m putting all of my clothes into the hall closet. As I use it, I’ll move it into my bedroom closet. What I don’t use, I’ll donate.

Sometimes we get overburdened with stuff, and if you have piles of laundry in front of your closet, with loads of clothes pouring off of your shelves, we should wonder: do we really need all of this stuff? How much stuff should we have in our closets, anyways? What do we really need?

Getting rid of the stuff I don’t need – or that I have too much of – will be nice.  Some of the great places that take your clothes are Salvation Army, Good Will, or even consignment shops, if you’re interested in making a small amount of money from your nicer items. (Although see #4 for what to do with that money!)

Is it really necessary to fill all of this space? with Stuff?

Part 4. Fund an Entrepreneur. I think that Entrepreneurs – like Chris Guillebeau (a solo-preneur), Ramit SethiJenny Blake, Leo Babauta, or Jonah Lehrer (these are a few of my favorite bloggers) – are the key to creating new jobs and challenging us to think about truly making ourselves and the world a better place.  But throughout the world, many people can’t afford the simple luxuries that we have access to(and I’m really thankful to be able to live in a beautiful city, have access to the internet and cable television, to have a great education, and so many wonderful friends and family) – and so it’s important to me to help fund equally brilliant people who lack the means to put their ideas into action. KIVA is a great resource for this, and this year, I’ll be donating a small percentage of my salary towards the ambitions of five entrepreneurs.

A great organization – www.kiva.org

I feel such a weight off of my shoulders from this great Fall Clean-Out. This move is especially poignant for me, becuase I feel like I’m finally Sarah again. I’m back in my favorite city in the world (San Francisco!), I’m back doing the things I love doing, and I’m excited to have an apartment to call my own again. What a beautiful present.

I’m happy to say that for my birthday, I’m giving away more things than I’m receiving – finally. Enough with the Stuff. I have more than I could ever possibly need – and I feel so lucky that my life is so blessed in so many ways.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

Image from Leawo

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If, by Rudyard Kipling

“If,” by Rudyard Kipling, is a poem that speaks to keeping your head during the difficult times, in staying true to your work efforts when sh*t hits the fan, and about maintaining integrity even when the world starts getting dicey. It’s about persevering through the tough times.  For some reason, it really hit home this month. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

I ran across this poem through a friend’s link to an article about Chrissie Wellington, an English triathlete (and personal hero of mine) who describes some of her key strategies for preparing and training for some of her biggest races.  The top ten tips, published in Shape magazine and Active.com, are applicable to both race preparation as well as life. I was inspired – not just by her dedication to the sport and her passion for doing what she does – but also by the poem that she writes on her water bottle when she races. It’s not during mile 1 or mile 5 that you need motivation. It’s during mile 30, when your blisters are oozing, your mind is wondering why you’re even doing what you’re doing, you’re not seeing clearly, and you’re outside, alone. For anyone in the trenches of hard work – here’s a poem for perseverance.


You are / whatever you say / you are.

Perhaps Eminen had it right when he said, “I am / whatever you say / I am.” We are what we say we are. YOU are what you say you are. (Or maybe he’s completely wrong, because he’s suggesting that his identity is whatever other people say he is – so why argue with others, and just accept your identity as defined by others?) For the purposes of this post, I can’t get this idea out of my head: that I am whatever I say I am. And what we say about ourselves matters.

Sometimes our cognitive frameworks (put simply: our minds), get in the way of who we really are.

I’ll use running as a short example. For a long time, I said to myself “I want to be a runner” — I jogged and I huffed and I puffed, and I iced my knees and went back to swimming and looked longingly at the smooth runners pounding the pavement throughout San Francisco and gliding easily up and down the hills through the Presidio.  I dabbled in running, I took long breaks, and I never got past the “jogging” phase. For a while.

Then, somehow, I started running more and I would find myself making time for 6 and 8 mile runs and actually liking them. By all standards, I was a “runner.”  And yet when people would ask me if I was a runner, I would brush the thought aside, quickly dismissing it by saying:  “I’m not a runner … I’m training to be, but I’m not a runner.” In some regards, adopting new personal identities takes as much effort and training in the mind as it does physical training.

It takes a lot of time before we acknowledge within ourselves that we are what we do.

How long do we have to train before we become ourselves?

In July, I finished my first half marathon, and yet for some reason I still I didn’t picture myself as a runner.  Despite having run 13.1 miles through the hills of San Francisco, I still declined to acknowledge my status as a “runner.” Somehow in my brain, I couldn’t put “me” and “”runner” together in the same schema.

My Dad, once a great runner, finally had to correct me:

He said, “you know Sarah, you ran a half marathon.”

“I think you can call yourself a runner now.”

Our minds can be slow to accept the changes that happen so readily at our fingertips. Sometimes I still feel like the nervous, awkward girl from my teens and I wonder if I’m really capable of the vast amounts of responsibility and increasing autonomy in front of me. I won’t lie: sometimes I’m scared shitless by what there is ahead of me. I feel like my dreams are still “out there,” — and it takes time to switch my brain over to the idea that somehow already I’ve attained some of my dreams, and that life — and my goals — are expanding out in front of me. And that, through careful, repeated, steady progress, I can, and will, become better than I am today.

To what extent do we limit what we’re capable of simply by not believing in our own abilities? On several occasions, I’ve surprised myself in doing better than I thought I was capable of. I didn’t believe I could finish six miles at the end of a triathlon – and then I did it. I didn’t think I could run 13 miles — and then I did it.

The question, then, is: what are we capable of? More importantly, what are we capable of beyond what we imagine we can do? What sorts of things can we do, if we actually allow ourselves the possibilities to dream? It wasn’t that I couldn’t do it — it was that I thought I couldn’t do it. There’s a distinct difference – and to sell yourself short of your abilities by not believing in yourself is a terrible waste.

What are you not doing simply because you think you can’t do it?

Excellence rarely exceeds expectations, my coach always taught me. By the time you’ve attained a goal, your mind will be seeking new ventures and tasks to tackle. You won’t realize how quickly you’re growing until you’ve already surpassed some of your earlier expectations. Despite proving to myself that I was now capable of running further and further distances, I kept pushing the boundaries of a “runner identity” further from my reach, not reconciling this state of being with who I was becoming. I was limiting myself by dreaming too small.

Three months later, I have another confession to make: Much like I never considered myself a runner, I’ve also never considered myself a writer. I didn’t realize that I wanted to be a writer even after I left school and (somewhat sheepishly, I must admit) — I found that I missed writing papers. I wrote ridiculously long emails to friends and drafted papers about topics that had no audiences. I wrote aimlessly in notebooks and spiral bounds and in the margins of books. Post-it note littered the pages of my magazines with ideas about how I would respond to the authors. I had anonymous conversations with myself, in my head, and imagined ideas for possible stories and fiction books. On long drives, runs, swims, and bus rides, I found myself crafting stories and books in my head.

I dreamed about writing books and short stories, but was too busy with my “work” and “career” to actually focus on writing. Somehow, I started a blog (it starts with) in order to let myself keep writing. My friends in the design world (and I love design, by the way) think I’m crazy for wanting to write so much. It was a bit aimless, I’ll admit, but the pull and tug to keep writing was there. Somehow, I was marching along a path that I knew I had to do. A year or two after graduate school, I found myself in a long conversation with a good friend and mentor, and I said: you know, I think I finally know what I want to be when I grow up:

I want to be a writer.

She looked at me with a funny look on her face:

You ARE a writer, she said. And again, I found myself subject to the same “closed-mind” problem as before.

How much of who we are is limited by the way we think about ourselves? Are we much more capable that we admit, or even dare to dream? How long does it take – and how many examples does it take – to become convinced that we are, in fact, what we do?

Who are you? Who do you want to be? And who is it that you say you are? This is important. Are you what others say you are? Or are you what you say you are?  More importantly — do you dream big and admit your capabilities to yourself?

Today, it is with pride that I stand up and admit – to me (and to you): I don’t want to be a writer someday.  I AM a writer. And I freaking love it.

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What’s your biggest, scariest dream? How would you describe yourself , if no one were really paying attention? Leave your answer in the comments below.

A (San Francisco) Bay Swim

The other week, while walking the hills of Sausalito with my Aunt and Uncle, I asked my Uncle what he would say to his twenty-five year-old self if he could go back and give himself any piece of advice. Without skipping a beat, he said:

Do it while you can.

Don’t wait for the fun stuff, he said. Don’t wait or put off anything that you “might want to do someday.” The someday is now. You’re only young once, and most opportunities are only put in front of you once. This, from a guy who ran a 100-mile race and then proposed to my Aunt. From an original Centipede in the Bay-to-Breakers challenge. From an ultra-runner before ultra-running was cool.

I’ve been taking my Uncle’s advice a lot lately – from a triathlon to a half marathon to a whole bunch of open water swimming – and I find the more I do, the more excited I get about life. I don’t have time to watch much TV. I’m pretty tired by the end of each day – but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Water (and swimming!) are near and dear to my heart. I wanted to share with you some of the images and stories from our latest adventure – a 9-mile trans-bay relay swim across the San Francisco Bay. For readers not from the Bay Area, we started at the northern end of the Golden Gate Bridge, and swam across the Bay, past Alcatraz, past Treasure Island, and on over to the Emeryville Marina.

The  swim across the bay: the route

We couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful morning of swimming out on the Bay. The weather predicted rain, but other than a short drizzle early in the morning at 5am, the rain let up and the wind stopped for the 3.5 hours we were out in the water swimming.  I drove my car down the 101 across the Golden Gate to pick up my teammates – stopping in various places in the city along the way, coalescing a group of people into one car. We were a pile of wetsuits and boots and mittens and parkas and gloves – just the normal fair for people about to jump into 60-degree ocean water.

Our team converged at the dock of Pier 39, near Fisherman’s Wharf. At 6am on a Sunday morning, the wharf is dead silent, with no tourists or people in sight. We met our boat captain at the dock, loaded up onto the boat, and took off for the Golden Gate Bridge. We left the docks at 6:50 am, and the sunrise was at 6:55am. As we turned around and readied our sleepy-eyes for the swim, we saw an unbelievable sunrise peering up at us over the Bay Bridge.

The beautiful morning sunrise over the Bay Bridge


Looking back at the San Francisco city skyline.


Beautiful open water conditions.

The swim started at 7:30am – with some minor delays from a sailboat that couldn’t catch wind, and therefore, was late to the start. There were 7 teams from around the Bay Area, with 2 individuals embarking on solo swims (for the entire 9 miles!).  At the start, my mom, my brother and sister, and my aunt and uncle (up early on another walk!) were out, cheering for our team.  After the horn started and we sent the first swimmer off, our team swam the relay in 20-minute segments, with a new swimmer jumping off the front end of the boat at the change, and the previous swimmer grabbing alongside the boat and getting hauled back up.

The start of the swim – taking off!  I’m the tiny yellow dot on the right-hand side.

The swim took us a total of 3 hours and ten minutes. My teammates were phenomenal, wonderful people to swim with. If there’s something I love, it’s being around people who love what they are doing – and my teammates love swimming.  We didn’t all know each other at the start of the race, but by the end of the 3.5 hour boat ride adventure together, we definitely shared a lot of great laughs and stories.

Nearing the end of the finish, the four of us jumped off the boat and swam into the finish line together.  One trans-bay swim, completed.  As a team, we raised $1200 for the BayKeeper, a local San Francisco organization that works to keep the bay clean.  We also had a lot of fun :)

Almost at the finish line!

 

My amazing teammates – members of the San Francisco Triathlon Club

Don’t wait for tomorrow if you can do it today. Embrace every adventure. In the words of my Uncle:

Do it while you can.

 

Eat Salad for Breakfast

Fresh Vegetables!

A friend of mine recently told me she eats salad for breakfast. I was puzzled – eating cereal, oatmeal, or eggs for breakfast is pretty ingrained in my being. Then I thought it over and tried it. Turns out, I love this. Sometimes I get to the end of the day and I debate between cooking up something fast (and with a high probability of being terrible for me) or stopping by the store to buy fresh ingredients for a salad.  I admit: sometimes I fail to eat my greens.

I’m a big fan of healthy living, eating well and being active. (During graduate school I was the director of a healthy living program for residential dormitories). But who am I kidding? I also LOVE brownies, the occasional pan of bacon, creating delicious desserts, and (I hate to admit this) even heading to In-and-Out once in a while to splurge on terribly wonderful greasy french fries (Mmmmm!)

Then I started eating salad for breakfast. By eating my salad for breakfast – and noshing on yummy spinach, artichokes, asparagus, brocolli, and other fantastic crispy and crunchy vegetables (who knew that cucumbers tasted so good in the morning, especially cold?), I am able to jump-start my day feeling as thought I’m already ahead. I’ve gotten my quote of fresh ingredients – well before getting tied up in the long work day and my extensive to-do lists. Better yet? I actually feel pretty good afterwards, too.

This isn’t a healthy living blog, though (although I’m a fan of them- such as my friend Steph’s San Francisco project, Eat Life Whole, and some Seattle folks I know who run Full Circle Farm). But what does eating salad have to do with work, career, or life?

At work, I sometimes find myself procrastinating on the biggest tasks – the ones that are the most important to me. Sometimes it seems that the more important the project, the more likely I am to delay working on it. Why do I do this?

Procrastinating? We all do it.

The more value a project holds, the more important it’s outcome is – for our egos, careers, and for our reputations. By procrastinating, we can later explain away the relative failure or success by saying “we could have” done this or that to make it better. By being less invested in the project, we can give ourselves an excuse for why the project or performance didn’t live up to our dreams and expectations. This is a common psychological fallback – in fitness and in life. We can explain away our excess weight or under-fitness by saying, well, I could have eaten more salads. Or, next time, I’ll eat more green vegetables. If I do that, then I’ll be healthier.

At work, do you put off the hard work and the long tasks? The ones most important to your career? In work, eat salad for breakfast. Tackle the hardest task first. By addressing the thing most critical to your success, you can avoid the later psychological arguments that crop up throughout the day. Better yet, you’ve primed yourself for success by initiating the actions and sequences needed for success. At work, starting off with the hardest task first is one of the best habits we can get into. Because what we do each day at work becomes our habits, whether we like it or not.

And at the end of the day? Well, you can probably have a cookie, whatever your work cookie is. If you’ve eaten salad for breakfast – it’s all about balance.

Eat your greens.

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Images in this post from Success-Elixir and Full Circle Farms.

There’s more to life than this: Chris Guillebeau’s ‘The Art of Non-Conformity’

The Art of NonConformity: By Chris Guillebeau

Just got my copy of The Art of NonConformity in the mail and I must confess, I spent an entire lunchbreak (and early afternoon) out in the park, skipping work, to read Chris Guillebeau’s fantastic book and life manifesto.

Absolutely, stunningly inspiring. Anything I write here is just a small snapshot of the elegance in prose that is Chris Guillebeau’s writing. I am so inspired by his clarity in personal vision. It’s hard to find people who have distilled the basic tenants of life into such (seemingly) simple ideas and questions.

The book makes me want to burst out of the office and start painting humongous signs on it with my personal vision and life manifesto. (I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I want to be awesome. Not your kind of awesome, not Chris’s kind of awesome, but MY kind of awesome. That is all). I LOVE life and I think that you, me, and everyone can do anything they want to do and be whoever you want to be if you’re willing to dream big, work hard, take risks and persevere.

There is so much in this world that I want to DO. I want to BE just like Mr. Guillebeau (but again, not really: I want to be MYSELF. And I know that you, too have dreams and aspirations to be amazing, in ways that I cannot possibly be. So what are you waiting for? What am I waiting for? Are you being amazing?)

For those of you who don’t know: Chris is a traveler, writer, and fearless entrepreneur whose missions are, among others: to travel to every country in the world, live an unconventional life, and give away as much knowledge as he can – for free. Two of his manifestos are A Brief Guide to World Domination and 279 Days to Overnight Success.* I highly encourage you to take a look at them. And be prepared to take steps towards becoming awesome.

Chris reminds us to take our dreams seriously and to challenge the conventional by asking what it is we truly want out of life. You can’t make something out of your life, he says, unless you know where it is you want to go. So: what do you want from your life?

Sitting on a park bench, watching a building age.

The brilliance of Chris’s writing is how easily he puts into words the most essential of life questions. The book is not long. The ideas are not in themselves hard. And, he’s refreshingly honest: the hard work is up to you. If you have figured out what you want (This may take some time, too – most people have not stopped to ask themselves this first fundamental question), you must be prepared to work hard and be exceptionally determined in order to get what you want.

Possibly my favorite passage from his book:

“… the world needs people who fail to conform and refuse to settle. Without the determined efforts of unreasonable people, most of the rest of us (including the “reasonable” people) would be much worse off. Martin Luther King Jr. was quite unreasonable to suggest that all free men and women in America should be treated equally. Gandhi was quite unreasonable to suggest that India should shake off the chains of colonialism from Britain.

Innovation comes from entrepreneurs and others who are willing to accept risk and try new things. Improvements in social justice come from those who question authority. Being unreasonable or impractical, in other words, doesn’t sound that bad to me.” (Dangerous ideas, page 222)

In the end, Chris defines World Domination asThe convergence between getting what you really want while also helping others in a unique way.” His manifesto to you? Decide to be remarkable. The best part about figuring out what you want? Your talents are probably helping other people in a unique, outstanding way.

Because the ‘Art of Nonconformity’ is simple:  “You don’t have to live your life the way other people expect you to.” And when you live your life unconventionally, chances are, you’ll be a lot more inspirational. Because you’ll be yourself, at your best.

Munich, Germany. Photo by Sarah

Full disclosure: Clearly, I adored this book. I’ve read a bunch** of self-development, professional growth, business, psychological, and motivational books over the years and during my many travels around the country. (Unfortunately, many of them aren’t that great.) I don’t always run across books that I can’t put down. This was a delight to read, it was quick, and it was to the point. Chris took a minor tangent in Chapter 10, “Contrarian Adventures,” that perhaps would be better suited as the launching point for a different sort of book; I would have preferred to go straight from”Radical Exclusion” on to “Your Legacy Starts Now,” because the momentum of the finish was diverted for a few pages.

* According to Chris’ “279 days to world domination,” I’ve apparently got 207 days left. While I started writing posts (somewhat aimlessly) a little less than a year ago, I didn’t purchase the domain name until April, and this site only became live at the end of July (approximately 62 days ago).  So welcome, new readers, to water falling upwards. I’ve got the basic framework of my site up. You can like us on facebook or send an email over if you’d like to get in touch. If you want to be featured in an interview, submit a guest post on this blog, or just contact me to say hi, I love hearing from readers. And of course, stay tuned, because the next few months are going to be rollin’. There’s a new design in the works, a million ideas for content and posts, a revised personal manifesto, and an abundance of photos to put up and share. I can’t wait to show you my ideas, to hear your stories, and keep writing.
** A bunch = hundreds.

Oh, October

Well folks, tomorrow’s the first day of October.  I AM SO EXCITED! What’s not to love about Fall? From back-to-school shopping specials and pumpkin spice lattes; tail-gaiting at football games (or watching baseball, hockey and soccer); to apple-picking and pumpkin carving; recipes for delicious warm soups, pumpkin pies and breads; mulling spices and ciders; and several brilliant holidays (World Food Day on October 16th,  Apple Day on October 21st, Halloween on the 31st,and of course, my birthday, the most important of them all.*)

I’m headed back East to Columbus, Ohio, and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania for a few days, where the color changes in the leaves and the beautiful campuses make me homesick for my alma mater.  In the spirit of one of the most beautiful seasons – I thought I’d express my thoughts and love of the Fall season in a photo-essay. Among other things, these are the best things about Fall. Welcome to October.


And, of course, here’s the unofficial list: The BEST THINGS about October, v.2010:

  • Back to school shopping
  • Notebooks, pens, pencils and books
  • The time change: better sunrises and sunsets. Winter hiberation (it’s okay! Spring will come!)
  • Late night barbecues
  • Pumpkins and the color orange
  • Fall Harvest and Wine Crush
  • Apple Picking, Harvest, Cider, and Apple Pies (I make a mean Apple Pastry).
  • Cinnamon spices, nutmeg, and cloves.
  • Fall Football games and Tailgating
  • Texture and color in the Fall trees dropping their leaves
  • Farm harvest: honeybees and produce and champagne, oh my!
  • Discount Theme Parks
  • Pumpkin bread and pumpkin pie recipes
  • Warm soup (My favorite recipes: French Onion with mushrooms, 17 bean, Split-Pea Soup, and Celery-Chicken Stock)
  • My Birthday (had to throw that in there)
  • World Food Day (um, that is almost as good as my birthday).
  • Holiday previews and discount sales on skiing, season passes, and winter lodges.
Have anything to add? Anything I missed? Leave a note in the comments and I’ll update this post!

* I wish that my birthday were truly a wikipedia entry, but I realize that there are also other things that happen on the 30th day of October.

The freshman heartbeat (and hello, Fall!)

On the open road (Photo by Sarah Peck)

Something about the rustle of the wind changes when the summertime ends. The heat is still there, but the undertones of the wind are brisk, cool, and cleaner somehow. I feel like the sky is a bit brighter, even as the end of the day shifts towards becoming darker earlier, and I shiver and reach for my jackets, scarves, gloves, and hats. I’m excited, because the changing of seasons means that it’s time to start school again.

Except I don’t go to school anymore. I go to work, where the seasons are less differentiated within the singular office walls, the time is continuous, and vacation is packaged into a tiny window of  ten allotted days for each year, resulting in a never-ending lifestyle that is, (I sigh) work. After spending the first 24 of my 26 years of life heading back to school and reaching for new school supplies, opening up new textbooks, and starting new classes, it’s hard to shake the fact that I’m living in the “adult” world now, and that the changing seasons don’t mean much more than a continuation of the same day-in and day-out work effort.

Looking out the office window, I still remember the freshman heartbeat – the feeling of leaving home, wandering a large, beautiful campus on your own, setting up the dormitory bed and peeking out the window to make friends. I remember watching crowds of people laughing and congregating in front of buildings, and quickly becoming a vibrant part of the student activities’ center and classrooms. It’s hard to pinpoint the exact moment when I, as a freshman, transitioned from a careful, watchful observer to the faithful student who associated this new place – and the assemblage of buildings, lights, classrooms, open spaces, and houses – as a “home.”

For me, my college campus became my home after I took a long plane flight back to California after experiencing my first snowy Ohio winter. It was great to be home, but I was – I was ME, new and different. I was on my own, independent, changed somehow. I no longer lived at my parents. I made my own schedule. I slept when I wanted, walked where I wanted to go, and studied under my own accord. I had made a home for myself on the large blue couches in the library, met fellow students and smiled shyly at boys that I thought were cute, and had interesting discussions with professors. I made the swim team and practiced for hours under the tutelage of the head coach, befriending fellow teammates and sharing in the camaraderie of early-morning practices and groaning at the late-night parties across the hall by the football team.

The fall, to me, is more ingrained in my mind as the true calendar than any other calendar I follow – moreso than the New Year’s (Jan 1) or the Fiscal  Calendar (July 1). In the fall, even the trees shake off their old looks, let their leaves drop to the ground, dig down their roots and set in for winter, prepping for a hard winter and a fresh start in the spring. I can’t wait to crunch through the fall leaves, try on some new boots, and possibly get a haircut to celebrate the changing of the seasons.

And so, in the spirit of heading back to school, and with a nostalgia for fall, I’m doing the same thing this fall that I’ve done all of my life: taking out my notebooks and pens, writing down my to-do lists, and setting my goals for the (academic) year.  Fall is a time for goal-setting, for reflecting on past accomplishments, and for cleaning out the closets and dusting off the old bookshelves. It’s a time to look back on the goals from those long-forgotten New Year’s Resolutions, and to perhaps check-in on our progress we’ve made so far this year on our rusty old resolutions. Just because I’m now a “grown up” and I go to work doesn’t mean that in my heart I’m not still a student. And, as the perpetual student and dreamer that I am, I like to make lists. So open up a fresh notebook, Fall students, because here comes another goals list for the 2010-2011 academic calendar. I just can’t help myself.

Image from: http://tips4india.in/

And, of course, my fall reading list (I love reading lists!):

Landscape Architecture, Urbanism and Infrastructure:

  • The Great Urban Transformation: Politics of Land and Property in China
  • The Infrastructural City: Networked Ecologies in Los Angeles
  • Center 14: On Landscape Urbanism
  • The Landscape of Contemporary Infrastructure
  • Trees of San Francisco
  • Smart Growth in a Changing World

Economics, Policy, and Money:

  • The Forgotten Man
  • The Diary of a Very Bad Year

Development, Professional Growth, and Business:

  • Millenials
  • The Art of Non-Conformity: Set Your Own Rules, Live the Life You Want, and Change the World
  • Good to Great

And for Fun!

  • War and Peace
  • Her Fearful Symmetry
  • Stones into Schools
  • Once a Runner

If you know of any great books you’d like to recommend, please share. I LOVE book suggestions. Happy Fall, everyone!

Fall Hammock, Oregon (Photo by Sarah)