Rather than strictly for weight loss or “looking good,” fitness should be about maintaining one’s body. Exercising should help us practice our muscles and detect possible issues. After getting fit (burning off 60 pounds, thanks to rowing), then fat (gaining 30, then 65), I sustained a hamstring injury that I carried with me for years. Over the last few months, I finally started to maintain my body again, and massaged that injury away. Rowing is my maintenance inspection!
Even at concerts, bastions of individual and self-identity, people will jump at the chance to brand themselves. Not that I’m any different. It is, after all, more comfortable to be in a group with like-minded people, whether it’s in a concert with people that like the same sort of music you do, in a club around a hobby you like, or in a job. I think we should practice individuality as part of our self-confidence.
“I’m so hungry. Sam, what’s in your fridge?” “Good question. So I have some soda if you’d like some, it’s kinda flat since it’s been in there for a little bit, and some orange juice that I just got the other day, or a bottle of water that’s nice and cold since it’s been in there for a while with the usual assortment of condiments above that such as ketchup, mustard, relish, and barbeque sauce…”
“The Story” will mainly tell the story of two characters: John (left) and Trishna (center). During a summer they spend together on Trishna’s family farm before heading off to college, after years of chatting exclusively online with the occasional phone call, they learn about each other and the world. They’ll talk with her parents Divit (center) and Brigit (right) about these topics, in passing, cemented with one serious conversation that should help them stay safe.
Spoiler Warning Scale: Minor (backstory and worldbuilding)
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There’s a point I never want to return to again. It’s a place everyone knowingly or unknowingly has: their worst negative space. Mine lingers under hundreds of layers of hard work, earned gratitude, and lavish praise. When things go bad, it’s like I instinctively dig through those layers to negativity. Since learning to handle life without inebriation, when things get anxious for me, I remember that I have many layers of positivity still shielding me.
A useful idea in overcoming mental anxiety is the mind palace. Let it be a comfortable structure, holding the sum of all of your acquired knowledge, where people may decorate and reside in their own room. These perceptions of people could be close family, good friends, single-serving friends, inspirational figures, imaginary characters, or sworn enemies. You make the house rules and you’re the landlord. Shouldn’t the first rule be forbidding enemies from attempting mental trespassing?
I’ve worked in some neat areas throughout my career. One coveted window desk overlooked downtown, another overlooked nature, and I’ve even had my own office. I’ve also set up thousands of workstations over the years, adjusting based on technology, ergonomics or preference, so I generally know what works well for me. Let’s walk through how I made strides this week toward turning my “Zeal” space into my ideal office, as inspiration for working on yours!
I dropped all fitness excuses when I started this weekly column back in March. While it’s been demanding, I’m seeing results I haven’t seen in years! This time last year, I could barely do 22 rows in one set, and now I’m averaging 165.9 rows per 5-minute set. It’s not all physical, either. I have more mental focus, resilience, and I’ve made some friends along the way. Let’s drop the excuses and get inspired to exercise more!
Before I realized what I had walked through in the library, my head was already dizzy, and I remained light-headed for hours. Cannabis may be decriminalized and legal in Washington state, it’s just the worst of those who indulge do so at everyone else’s expense. They’ll openly carry and everyone just seems to look the other way. I’m sick of having other people screw up my brain because they feel entitled! What happened to decency?
Someone must have seen him enter in through the window of their idyllic cottage, because the police were at the door almost before their sirens. “Pewter, darling! It’s so good to see you!” The illuminating doctor stumbled through the living room to where his wife sat with a stack of term papers. “Nectar… you shouldn’t be here, especially not with-” “Police, open up! We know Dr. Sun is inside! Surrender the rock now or-” “Alright!”