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!”
“Tasks are how we succeed or fail. Everyday, we must complete tasks, John. This book has all tasks we must do today.” Let’s broadly consider discipline in this week’s update to “The Story.” Though primarily focused on how John (left, waving) learns to integrate with his new family and living environment on the Lanchester Farm, after years of chatting online with their youngest daughter Trishna (right, sitting), there might be some general motivational material, too.
Spoiler Warning Scale: Minor (analogies using Trishna’s family farm worldbuilding)
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If there’s only one benefit with waking up early, as you peer through the obscuring trees of your mind’s doubts telling you to go back to sleep, it’s getting your shot to advance at something. Maybe it’s preparing for an interview, attending a meeting with an important customer, or refining a skill. I’ve found that my motivations to rise to any challenge of getting any shot goes away when I sleep in. Why is that?
Anything can be stressful, it’s just a matter of preventing those stressful thoughts from lingering in your mind. Let’s use a cooking analogy: your mind is like an oven. That oven “holds” your interpretations of past thoughts, heats new thoughts that you’re working on, and prepares future thoughts you’d like to try. The unfortunate thing is that your mind’s oven doesn’t have a way to prevent you from cooking stressful, negative memories. Or does it?
In recent weeks I’ve celebrated solving organizational situations within my office, “Zeal,” so let’s brainstorm possible resolutions to a conflict actively prevented progress in my organizational process. I grew up with the impression that notes and the paper they were written on were sacred, as though looking at a scrap piece of paper with some inconsequential ideas would recall memories, which has resulted in stacks of papers. Is the solution to simply recycle them all?
Isn’t it boring that the English alphabet only has 26 letters? Isn’t it boring that rowing only has 4 positions? The more often I row and write, the more often I think hitting a solid rowing catch, drive, finish, or recovery position can compare with hitting a solid word choice, sentence execution, provocative thought, or decisive document. Is it boring that one letter can change everything or not hitting the right position can ruin your rowing flow?
I suppressed most of this memory for years. The second-to-last (hopefully) time I smoked cannabis was in my bathroom, after a few intense months of overconsumption, where I had a brief experience I could not comprehend or properly explain until now. I heard five distinct conversations. No one else was there, windows closed, and I wasn’t playing music. That hallucinatory moment was like hearing the audio from some crowded café and left after that hit…