Mad Love Monday #17

A collection of all of the random things I loved on the internet in the previous week, and why you might love them, too. Or at least crush on them. Please yes, Naomi, we need to talk about money! I just seem to keep running in circles around it (there’s never enough—I don’t deserve to be rich—money is bad–no money is worse—money is okay—money is good—but there’s never enough). I am thirsting for the catalyst to my own personal breakthrough and what if it’s you? This article from Dave Navarro about pricing yourself affordably versus what you’re worth really got me thinking. I’m trying to figure out how to earn what I’m worth when my target audience is mainly students, who aren’t exactly rolling in it. Join in the conversation here! What do you do when you know that a timer is the ultimate writer’s hack, when you even have one sitting prominently on your desk top, but you can’t get yourself to set it? That’s what I’d like to see as a follow up to Bamboo Forest’s post. Hmmm, I wonder which of these I’ll be doing during my upcoming layovers? Sometimes, you get annoyed while sitting in a waiting room for a half hour past your appointment time. Sometimes, you make great discoveries like my new favorite time-killer, Sweat Equity. * * * Have a madly marvelous...

Getting to Know my Crocodile Better

The Back-story So a few weeks ago I talked about swimming with crocodiles and hypothyroidism. I left off with questions, mainly about how to still move forward with my life and actually accomplish things when my energy levels and cognitive ability remain largely unpredictable. As I said in the original post, I am really making an effort to fit my life to my health, not the other way around. This has meant taking naps when I feel like it without drowning myself in guilt. It has meant being firm about staying home and chillaxin’ several nights a week. It has meant observing my work habits so that when I take my retreat next week, I can play to my strengths and allow for my weaknesses in planning my future workflow. The Investigation I spent several weeks tracking what I ate, how many calories I consumed, how many calories I burned, how I got my activity during the day, what my moods were, how much I weighed, and this is what I found: Drinking more water helped. The calories I took in/expended made no difference in my weight. I get way too obsessed when tracking things. So, I stopped. Or rather, I’ve switched focus. Next Steps I’m working on something to track the quantity and quality of my R&R. Something that will encourage me to take really good care of myself, but also something that I won’t obsess over. Things I want to track: meditation exercise yoga sleep reading time with friends journaling moods energy levels That’s where I’m at for now. More later on actually talking to my croc...

Mad Love Monday #16

A collection of all of the random things I loved on the internet in the previous week, and why you might love them, too. Or at least crush on them. Oh, yes–the funny that is Handsome Men’s Club. A great source of indie music mixes including many awesome free downloads. If You Want to Change the World, Love a Woman. I found this poem by Lisa Citore on the blog Unabashedly Female and had to share it. I also need to read it over and over. At first glance it seems to be directed towards men, but I think it’s really about all of us loving a woman. One favorite line: ultimately it’s not with who, but when we choose to surrender * * * Have a madly marvelous...

Leprechauns Give Me Migraines

At least, that’s who I’m blaming. I’ve been going along fine, taking care of myself, planning a retreat, celebrating St. Patrick’s day in a sensible manner. . . Only I somehow missed the part about if you don’t get seriously partied out on St. Paddy’s Day, you have to face the Revenge of the Leprechauns: the mother of all migraines. I’ll take a sleep-deprived hangover any day. I’ve had killer migraines before. The kind that send me home from work and into bed for a couple of hours, followed by several hours on the couch. This migraine started in my dreams (I kid you not, I kept slipping in and out of sleep, unsure whether my head really hurt or was just a dream) and really got going once I woke up. I’m not sure how I managed to shower or take my husband to work, but other than that I slept ALL DAY. Really. With the exception of a couple of bathroom breaks. And then I slept all night. I thought I was doing a good job of taking care of myself. and while I don’t want to blame myself for getting a migraine, it’s pretty obvious to me that my Higher Self was beating me over the head with the need to get some extreme rest. Not later. Not tomorrow, not next week, not next month. NOW. Yesterday, I had no choice but to surrender. Today, while I feel better, the migraine is still lurking around the edges, reminding me not to push it. So I will not edit this post. I will not worry about SEOing...

Mad Love Monday #15

A collection of all of the random things I loved on the internet in the previous week, and why you might love them, too. Or at least crush on them. This is just what I needed to hear: not only am I not alone in sabotaging myself through negative self-talk, I now have an easy way to make myself proud for at least a few minutes a day. Thanks, Dave Navarro of Rock Your Day. Seth Godin follows up Dave by telling me even being a rock star for five minutes a day counts for something. Okay, I am so waving my hands in the air after reading Charlie Gilkey’s post about building daily momentum: Raise your hand if you’ve recognized too late in the day that you haven’t been doing the stuff that really matters, only to freak out, get overwhelmed, and resolve to work longer and harder – while still doing the same kinds of things that you just beat yourself up about doing. Danielle Laporte has me embracing my imbalances—chemical and otherwise. She’s right: our goal shouldn’t be to live a balanced life, more of a properly proportioned one. Apparently the Universe is trying to tell me something. . . * * * Have a madly marvelous...