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Without Darth Vader there is no Yoda


2013
05.15

Once upon a time when I was an angsty teenager, I wrote poetry. I kept a journal filled with all sorts of thoughts and random musings, most of which I have carted around with me even as a thirty-something adult.

This stuff is so important to me, it made the cut when all I had were suitcases to transport me across the country. Sometimes I look through it and marvel at how decent a writer I was, although I’m also embarrassed about how large a percentage of it was about boys.

young love

For many years I’ve struggled with being able to share things on this blog that weren’t “sunny” or optimistic. That’s why my friend and I started Collaborations of Abstraction. But I’ve realized that it isn’t just about sharing other things on this blog. It was about me writing those types of ideas and thoughts in general.

It got me thinking about those journals and about one poem in particular.

flames by rebecca a watson

This was my first ever published piece of writing. My first byline. And it was thrilling to see my name in print. Unfortunately my excitement was short-lived because my parents weren’t so fond of me writing about being burned alive, even metaphorically speaking.

Much of my writing was like this. It wasn’t depressing (I didn’t think), but it made those closest to me uncomfortable. And while I’m sure they didn’t have any intention of stifling my creativity, the “Can’t you write something more happy? More upbeat?” started to change my style and myself.

It wasn’t until these last few years that I’ve discovered I balk at expressing my anger and sadness in words. I rarely wax poetic about frustration because, well, who wants to hear about that?

But then I’d read these “great American novelists” like Henry Miller and wonder how he got so damn successful emoting in such a negative way. Why on the Goddess’ green earth is The Great Gatsby such an amazing story when it’s so damn tragic?

These questions started to wrestle something out from deep within me. And of course the answer is so simple. Without light, there is no darkness. Without sadness, who could understand joy? Without Beethoven there would be no Icona Pop. That, my friends, would be terrible.

I’m making a genuine effort to feel and express all of my emotions in an adult way, no matter how uncomfortable it makes me. And that’s the thing. I could blame my family for my inability to express those thoughts, but they’re not me. I am. I’ve gotta own that.

And so as much as I would love to be all sunny all of the time, there’s gotta be a little wiggle room. I say this for my benefit. I doubt many of you will throw your hands in the air and say. “Well I’m done with her!”

And if you do, that’s fine. That doesn’t matter. The self-censorship stops now. And I’m talking about in all of my writing. Can you believe I edit myself in my journal? What kind of madness is that?

Rebecca's Journal Written pages

The censorship bureau has been terminated.

Are you censoring yourself? What emotions do you have trouble expressing? I encourage you to make a commitment to changing that. Learn from my experience. Because the more you deny that part of you, the less the other part means.

How much does optimism mean when it’s your auto-pilot? Are you really that nice if you have no boundaries? Once you discover the other parts of you, your personality and your life will flourish. And that actually sounds pretty amazing, doesn’t it?

Magic Lessons: A New Orleans Education


2013
05.07

I spent last week eating beignets and gumbo, perusing voodoo shops and wandering through the cemeteries of New Orleans. I even got a chance to improve my goal of visiting all 50 states, getting Louisiana, Alabama and Mississippi outta the way.

I was visiting my dear friend Nicole and we spent most of our time cooking and relaxing in her beautiful backyard. Oh, bless the heat and humidity. How I’ve missed it. As one New Orleanian said about Santa Cruz, “I don’t know how you tolerate that perfect weather all the time.”

nicole rebecca 9th ward levee

Nicole and I have been friends since 2007 when we met working for a newspaper. We’ve both moved on to bigger and better things since then, but she is one reason I’m not at all upset I worked for that company.

If it weren’t for Nicole, I don’t know when I would’ve crossed these states off my list, and I wouldn’t have learned (and relearned) a few things on this trip.

1. Stop with the preconceived notions already. I had this impression that the South was just a bunch of people hating on those damn Yankees, that no one cared about being active and everyone had a gun rack on their truck.

This, of course, is a bit of an exaggeration, but I realized when I got to Louisiana that I did have a lot of stereotypes playing in my head and they didn’t serve me. Would I have even thought to jog around the New Orleans Museum of ArtWould I have had a full-on conversation with a family about crawfish and good restaurants in the grocery store? 

crawfish

Outside my comfort zone and totally worth it. Crawfish=delicious.

Nope. But thankfully I was with one of the coolest cats around, Nicole, and her mind is wide open. She reminded me why we spent so much time together when we both lived in Minneapolis. When I’m with her, I have some of the best adventures.

2. People who don’t have much are generally more kind. It’s been awhile since I’ve been to a poor part of the world. I lived in (iron ore) mining country, but nothing prepared me for the poverty I saw when I went to Honduras. Many parts of New Orleans are poor. Hell, even the rich parts of town aren’t in that great of shape.

But everyone, and I mean everyone was so genuinely friendly to me. Why? Because they actually talked to me. I was totally disarmed by this at first. I’m so used to this brisk conversation I usually have in passing. Surface conversation.

be nice of leave

 

Everyone I talked to in the South wanted to chat, get to know my story and tell me theirs. The folks at the grocery store made sure I got some crawfish before they took the last because they knew I’d never had it. The cashier at another store told me all about her daughter who played the violin. She’s in sixth grade. Her son is a bit younger.

And let's not forget the classic lagniappe: free dessert!

And let’s not forget the classic lagniappe: free dessert!

Now of course I’m not trying to get a preconceived notion in my head (totally negating my first point) but I will say that when I was in Honduras this same thing struck me. How could folks that had dirt floors get to know me better than my neighbor with 1500 square feet? It makes me want to be more grateful and more kind.

3. Not drinking in New Orleans is hard. Not smoking is harder. I’ve started my training program for the spring, which means no more alcohol. When I set up my trip, this wasn’t on my radar, but about a month before I signed up for several races this summer and sobriety became the order of the day. And for the most part, that wasn’t too tough.

We still walked down Bourbon Street. We still went to Paps on Monday night for mmmmazing red beans and rice. I even had an N/A beer made by Guiness to wash down my duck gumbo. And I enjoyed it all.

But dear god I wanted a cigarette. It didn’t help that Nicole and her roomies smoke. But honestly, who doesn’t? Driving around, it seemed like everyone had their windows open to ash their cigarette. I came home from the bars with nicotine-stained skin. And for whatever reason, I wanted it.

I knew better, really. If I lit up one time, I would fall back into the trap of being a smoker. And I spent too damn long being a non-smoker for that to happen.

almost smoked after years of not

I worked too hard for this.

Plus I’d head back to Caliornia and be a social pariah. For those of you trying to quit in Louisiana, I salute you.

The addiction I thought I’d kicked years ago reared its ugly head on this trip, which surprised me although now I know it shouldn’t. (See Point 1.) And although I didn’t get out to the music clubs like I wanted to, it wasn’t because I wasn’t drinking.

4. Let go of should. New Orleans stays up past my bedtime. Every show I wanted to see didn’t even start until 11 pm or midnight. Ummm…did I mention I like to be cozied up with a book by 10? I know, I know, it’s my vacation!

Exactly. It’s my vacation. And I didn’t want to spend it forcing myself to stay up late to see music just because I thought I should. Just because in my mind I saw myself going to those shows doesn’t mean it’s going to be a reality when I like to get up and sip coffee and eat pastries at 6:30 a.m. Or drive to Pensacola at 7 a.m.

coffee beignets

This.

 

Pensacola beach

Or this.

5. Alternate universes exist everywhere. Whenever I go on a trip I set an intention. What do I want to get out of this trip?

When I touched down in NOLA, I  wanted to get my child’s sense of magic back. Sure, I’ve performed a few rituals and worshiped under the full moon, but something about California has made my magic more sterile, less animal.

When I was younger I was more wild, brazen and probably a bit reckless with my magic. Being more responsible has been good; I’ve definitely reaped the benefits. But being in the land of voodoo queens made me very excited. I wanted to see with new eyes.

Everywhere I looked I saw what I would’ve done if I was drinking and I started to see this as an alternate universe. I definitely would’ve smoked, heading back to an old universe I’d left behind, I thought, for good. I didn’t get a child’s sense of magic. I got perspective.

lafayette cemetery 1

“Now look, with your new vampire eyes.”

Every choice we make propels us further into the universe we’re in or throws us into an alternate one. If you choose the same things over and over, you’ll probably just stick to one or two your whole life. But if you dare to examine your faults, take risks and choose differently, you’ll have so many lives by the time you make it to the end, you’ll be ready for a break.

This was the big one for me and I hope you’ll start looking at the world through Alternate Universe Eyes. Ask yourself, “What would happen if I left work early/brought my own lunch/took the bus/ate that banana I always let rot/(insert some other small change here)?” Close your eyes and imagine the new world you would create. Dream big.

Then decide, is that something you want for yourself? Maybe taking the bus will lead you to meet someone who works nearby your office and always works out during lunch. Do you need a workout buddy? Or bringing your own lunch saves you exactly what that plane ticket to Figi costs. Are you ready for a real vacation?

If so, do it. Do it now. Don’t wait until tomorrow. Do it now. Universes like it when you follow your intuition, your innate sense of urgency. Who knows? That plane ticket might not fall into your life if you wait until next week.

What alternate universes do you see for yourself? Are you in the same one or do you bounce between several?

Tarot Transcribed: For the love of choice


2013
03.28

It’s my favorite month of the year, and not just because it’s my birthday month. All right, so it’s not quite April, but it’s close enough, right?

The sun has started shining in between rain showers, which means more rainbows, and flowers are peaking out. My tulips are in bloom and the rose bush I thought I destroyed with my “pruning” is absolutely raging with thorns and buds. I’m stoked for that thing to flower into a mess of roses.

roses

The thing with spring is that it’s all about new beginnings. You clean out your closet, open the windows, wash down the walls (well, maybe only the OCD of us do that) and release all the mustiness and old energy that’s been living in our homes.

April’s Tarot card has been whispering to me for the past few days, and I couldn’t really figure out what it was trying to say. Why would The Lovers want to come up now? Isn’t it traditionally a card for May, I puzzled. (Sidenote: I am going to the Beltane celebration put on by one of the local covens this year. I promise you and myself.)

lovers druid craft

But really, if there was ever a card that shows the promise of spring, with all it’s new-life-bunny-love blossoming, it’s this card. Of course I want everyone to find love, whether it’s with a significant other or more importantly, with ourselves.

This card speaks of fulfillment and union, of understanding and opening to the masculine and the feminine. We’ve all got both of those in us, and when we can appreciate those parts of us, accepting ourselves as the complex and beautiful soul we are, that is when we find true fulfillment.

This isn’t always about love so much as it is about choice. We need to honor all parts of ourselves, which means it might be time to do some spring cleaning in our lives, whether it’s the people we choose to spend time with or the behaviors we’ve made habits.

It’s easy to continue doing things as we always have. And a lot of those thing used to serve us, but times change and so do we, especially if we want to live brilliant lives. Now is the time to make the tough decisions. Do it for love.

Hell, I’m doing it. Why don’t you? Every day you’re presented with an opportunity to make changes through the choices you make. And the habits you have are just choices you’ve made over and over.

aristotle-inspirational-picture-quote

So do some soul searching and realize what choices you’re making without thinking. Find out where you’re on auto-pilot. What requires more of your attention? Get quiet and your soul will tell you. When you turn your light of self-awareness on to those choices, you’ll start blossoming like that rose bush in my front yard.

What choices are you making every day that you’d like to change? It could be as simple as skipping the second cup of coffee or as big as breaking it off with a toxic friend.

If you haven’t checked out my latest posts over at Jordana Paige’s blog, you should! There’s a crafty tutorial I did with my 9-year-old nephew that’s sure to impress you ;)

Lessons from a former maneater


2013
03.21

When I was 28 I stomped on someone’s heart. Now, keep in mind that I have probably broken a few before this (I had a reputation), but this was different. He was kind, friendly, respectful and had a promising career in front of him. He was pretty cute too. He made the string of guys I’d left behind look like real losers. Probably because that was my type.

After I divorced, I decided to date whoever I wanted and cared very little for anyone’s feelings. I would warn any man I met how much heartache would come his way if he got attached. So when I broke things off with this guy, I didn’t think it would be any different. But he was the first one who remembered my words.

“You told me you’d break my heart. I should’ve listened.”

Some broken hearts .

It was around then that I noticed I wasn’t the only one who warned people about themselves. I find that most people will tell you their intentions. All you have to do is listen.

My friend and I spent an evening in Spain with a few folks from England and one of the guys kept telling me how he’d like to rape me. Y’know, as a joke. Cause that’s funny to some people. I was pretty clear I didn’t find it humorous but that didn’t stop him from trying to drag me down a dark alleyway. Classy.

Another time a man told me how he’d want me to get breast implants if we got married. Also, I wouldn’t be allowed to have friends. Are people really saying this out loud?

Needless to say I keep better company these days. My husband tells me things like “Get used to being treated well.” My book club can’t wait to meet and discuss my first published novel.

Reminder.

We all need a reminder every now and then.

So many of us don’t really listen to what someone is saying to us. Or in my case, you might think, They don’t really mean that, do they? Yes. They do. And if it doesn’t jibe with you, say so. Or stop spending time with them.

Because as I learned from a heart-broken man, if someone tells you what they plan on doing, you’ve been warned. After that it’s your choice. It might sound cold and calloused, but it’s true.

Who knows? Maybe by leaving a situation because of what someone’s intentions are, you’ll change their life. Maybe that — an unexpected shift in their world — will break the cycle.

I’d like to think that’s what happened with me. I was cold and calloused. And heartbroken too. That last heart I broke made me realize I was hurting mine too: creating a cycle of unhappy and unsatisfying encounters.

And once I decided I wasn’t going to break Sante’s heart, that I was going to treat it like a precious object, suddenly love opened up in front of me. My intentions shifted and so did those around me.

So listen. Other people’s intentions reflect your own.

Does this resonate with you? Have you heard other people speak their intentions? Do you speak yours?

If you haven’t had a chance to read my latest article, How to Overcome Perfectionismover at Think Simple Now, check it out. I’m super-proud of this one!

25 ideas for New Year’s resolutions


2012
12.24

This year is ending, as it does around this time every year. It’s natural to reflect on what’s happened (Is it just me or has 2012 been a huge, long year?) and what you’d like to see happen next year.

I’ve written before about how to make New Year’s resolutions, or any resolutions for that matter, really stick. I’m a huge fan of self-improvement, so this year I thought I’d give you a few ideas if you’re looking for ways to make 2013 kick ass in big ways and small.

1. Floss every day.

Smile

Take care of your mouth. Breathing, eating, talking. It all happens here.

2. Eat a fresh fruit or veggie at every meal.

3. Take one photo a week.

4. Plant two things you can eat.

5. Cook one vegetarian meal a week.

6. Journal one page every morning. Here are 285 ideas to get you started.

Rebecca's Journal Written pages

7. Write a living will or advanced directive.

8. Take an art class.

9. Learn basic Spanish. (Or any language.)

10. Read 12 books.

reading is sexy

11. Spend an hour out doors every week.

12. Learn to make jam.

13. Start a gratitude board and add one thing every day.

14. Figure out how much water you need and drink it! Use a marked water bottle to track your progress.

15. Learn HTML or another programming language.

16. List five things you’re scared to do. Do one every other month.

17. List 10 places you’d like to declutter. Attack one a month.

Office Desk Setup

Wouldn’t it be nice if this was your desk?

18. Join a 30-Day Challenge group and participate at least 10 months of the year.

19. Learn to brew beer.

20. Start a blog. Write once a week. Here are some ideas.

21. Write one short story a month.

22. Spend $50 a week at local businesses.

23. Learn all the countries of the world.

24. Mail someone(s) you love a letter every month of the year.

25. List 10 unfinished projects. Spend the year tying up loose ends.

I’m not suggesting you start early, but it’s good to know what you want to accomplish before 2013 starts, so give it some thought. For now, enjoy the holidays. May they be filled with good music, loved ones, mouth-watering food, light and love.

Shadows in the sand


2012
10.15

I’ve always had a bit of a crush on my shadow for some reason. She seemed to be taller, skinnier and more worldly than me. But being from a place where the sun shines rarely and living where the redwood tree shadows loom larger than anything else, I don’t get much one-on-one with my shadow. Until I got into the desert.

The sun is relentless and I’m pretty sure I’m taller than every tree in Moab. Well, except for those by the river. And since my man and our travel companions are more into mountain biking, I’ve gone on many hikes alone. Well, with my shadow.

rebecca shadow desert cairns

While I might have a certain love for my shadow, like most people, it also represents the things about me I’d rather not think about. The darker sides of me. When you’re not judging, these things just balance out the lighter side of human nature, but many of us have been raised to think of them as bad, things you should fear.

Once I got out into the stark wildness, I started realizing how many fears I had built up in my shadow. Many of them had, at one point, served me: Don’t wander too close to the edge of a cliff. Don’t walk alone in strange places. Don’t go into the wilderness unprepared.

But some of these have started doing more harm than good. When we visited the Delicate Arch, I about had a heart attack when someone did a handstand under the arch. It’s as if I have internalized everyone else’s fear as well as my own. Not good.

delicate arch rebecca freaking out

Right now I’m laughing at how silly it is that I’m crying on vacation.

So I decided to do something about these things. After all, I was staring my shadow down all day. Might as well.

I went out to the Corona Arch, had a slight freak-out and then ended up having lunch under the arch, complete with entertainment.

Notice the shaking? That’s not wind, just me trying not to lose it. But after this adventure, I was able to walk along cliffs, spend some quality time on top of vortexes in Sedona and watch the sunset (for hours!) next to the Grand Canyon.

I also realized how scared I was to go places alone, probably because I was attacked a few years back, and the desert took care of this pretty easily. It is impossible to sneak up on people when there is nothing more than shrubbery to hide behind. Sure there are the occasional boulders, but this isn’t Princess Bride, right?

And that worry about dying of dehydration? First of all, it rained twice. That was truly amazing. You know that rain smell? Multiply it by a million and that’s what it was like there.

Secondly, it’s hard to find a place to pee in the desert for the exact same reason it’s hard to sneak up on anyone. So really, it’s almost better to limit water consumption to normal levels (read: Not Rebecca’s 12+ glasses of water/day).

Glass | Water | Light | Shadow

I feel like I had some sort of breakthrough out there in the great, vast nothingland of Nevada, Utah and Arizona. All the fears I had became normal, pint-sized and reasonable. But in stripping away the ridiculous, it got me considering the source. What causes me to blow my fears up to this proportion? Why do they paralyze me?

This is where many people, including my past self, would just say, “Nah, I’m not going down that path. It’s dark, dreary and overgrown. No one’s been down it for years.”

But for some reason, my fear to explore those dark, deep places has diminished as well. I’m a writer after all. And plus, my shadow and I deserve a little more lengthy love affair, wouldn’t you say?

What things have helped you overcome your fears? What tricks can you suggest for me in this new(ish) journey I’ve undertaken?

 

Time to stop dishing the dirt


2012
05.31

This past weekend Sante, a friend and I were sitting in a taqueria in Vacaville eating a quick meal so we could get home after a fun, but exhausting camping trip. (Think rain, snow and sun.)

It was pretty empty, being Memorial Day, and the only other two people sitting in there were these young women talking about “she cheated on him with Bryce”, and “he’s just so ugly,” and “you’re acting like a whore.” It was impossible to ignore.

Gossip. No matter how bad it can be, there is still something so delicious about it. Hell, This American Life did an entire episode about how it can actually be good sometimes. But damn, is it contagious!

secrets are lies gossip

Immediately after the doors of that taqueria closed, we started in on the two women. One of us theorized they weren’t intelligent. Another offered that one woman was just jealous of said “whore.” The final verdict: They just weren’t very nice.

I belong to this group called Thirty Day Challengesand I’ve done some pretty awesome (and challenging) stuff since I’ve started: a month without Facebook, 30 days without gluten and 30+ days of no alcohol.

But I think June’s challenge is going to be the most difficult. I am going to go 30 days without gossiping or saying anything unkind about someone behind their back. Even people I don’t know.

I realize that this challenge might make me sound like a total jerk; like I’m constantly trash talking everyone I know when they aren’t around. In reality, I’m a very pleasant person and, I think, a good friend.

This is what I told myself when the challenge initially came into my head. But I’m not really into gossip. That won’t really be a challenge.

Then I thought back within the last day. Although some things are fairly innocuous, like questioning a coworker’s choice with my husband, I don’t know that I’d say it in front of them. And the weird grocery store clerk I told Sante about? That really wasn’t necessary.

That was all within 24 hours.

SHHH

Thanks to Evan for the perfect photo ;)

I’m excited for this challenge because I think it’s going to make me much more aware of a habit that I think is pretty nasty. And it’ll give me the opportunity to see where I pass judgment on people, which most of the time, is where I tend to pass judgement on myself.

What about you? What do you consider gossip? Does it have to be “mean?” Is it just talking about someone when they aren’t around? My sister had a friend who thought that way. What’s your definition?

 

32 ways to make my birthday wish come true


2012
04.16

This weekend, Sante raced with the number plate 33. I told him he had a good number: it was the product of two awesome numbers (3 and 11), which also both happen to be prime.

Ever since I was little, I’ve looked for meaning in numbers. I could find something special about the house number I lived in, my phone number, the license plate on my car. But for whatever reason, the number 32 has always eluded me.

Multiplication came easy, except for that pesky 8×4. (It is 8×4, right? *gets out calculator*) And even though I love my birthday and consider it long before the day arrives, I couldn’t think of anything that 32 meant.

For a minute that bothered me, but not for as long as it would’ve a few years ago. (I guess I’m growing up.) Instead, I decided that 32 is a reasonable number of things to list.

Since Earth Day is right around the corner, I’ve decided to use my birthday wish for our lovely little planet.

I wish that each and every person who read this post would pick one (or two or five) things from my list below and implement them for one month (or one year or forever) in their own life.

For me, I’m going with #18. It’s almost always about food with me, isn’t it?

32 ways to love planet earth earth day

1. Improve your recycling karma. Most people probably already know to recycle, but what about those times you’re carrying a plastic bottle and want to toss it? All you see are trash bins. Why not take it home with you and recycle it there?

Or what if you see an aluminum can sitting in the trash? Why not grab it and toss it in the recycling? One can never go wrong with a little extra good karma.

2. Wash your hair less. Most stylists I know (including my sister) say washing your hair everyday is unnecessary and can even damage your hair. You don’t have to be a dirty hippy to pull this off.

wash hair less

Monica from blog Ask The Duplex with her “dirty hair.” Impressive, no?

After reading this tutorial, I can go for more than a week without washing my hair and still pull off business-casual if I have to. You use less water, less product, and less energy. Win, win win!

3. Compost. You’d be floored by the amount of food you throw away that could easily turn into mulch in a few months for your garden, shrubs, trees, etc. The less trash your garbage truck hauls away, the less energy is used. And your plants will be happy. Bonus!

4. Buy compostable trash bags. These are expensive, no doubt about it. But if you’re recycling and composting, you’ll probably use about one bag a week (for two people). Forget about how long it takes plastic to decompose … when it does, it breaks down into poison. Better to buy bags made of potatoes. Mmmm…french fries.

5. Shop at the thrift store. The materials have already been made and energy has already been expended. Make it go further and save some cash. Trends are always recycling so why not your clothes too? Or be a style diva and make them your own.

tshirt crochet trim

T-shirt + Crochet Runner = Awesome

6. Make your own clothes. So I’ve only just started the whole knitting/crocheting thing, but I do know that making things yourself gives you a much greater appreciation of the craftsmanship and labor involved. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to buy a blanket for $19.99 at Target from Bangladesh after seeing how much work goes into making one. If you buy locally sourced materials, you’ll reduce your footprint even more. Solid!

7. Bike or walk for trips less than a mile. Yes yes, you say. Blah blah blah using less gasoline. Let me tell you what, do you know how great your butt is going to look after a year of doing this? The Earth is going to be a better place because your ass is so fine ;)

8. Reuse. Everything. I’m not sure why I always think of old grandmas being cheap when I reuse my salsa and butter containers, but I do. But why am I buying plastic and glassware to store my food when I’m tossing these same types of containers in the recycling every week? So I embrace my inner-Depression-era miser, wash out the containers and reuse, dammit! Reuse!

9. Shop the bulk section. What do I need all those containers for, you ask? If you’re not familiar with the bulk section in your local grocery store, learn about how to use itsave money and reduce waste. Plus you start to get adventurous with food. I can’t tell you how many times I end up in the bulk section, Googling an ingredient I’d never heard of and it ended up being a staple in my diet.

celtic salt

Celtic salt. Mmmmazing.

 10. Slow down.  Driving is part of many people’s lives; I know it’s not easy or fun to use public transit when you’ve got four bags of groceries. Fuel economy in most cars tops out around 60 mph. Every 5 mph you drive over that is like paying $.31 per gallon more for gas.

11. Use reusable bags for all of your groceries. Reusable grocery bags are awesome. But have you seen the reusable produce bags? *in an opera voice* They’re amaaaaaazing!

I finally just caved and bought about 20 of these bad boys and threw them in every reusable grocery bag we have. Now I can buy loads of mushrooms and baby spinach and come home without any plastic. Sweeeeeeet.

12. Bring your own lunch to work.  It’s not just about how much money you save, think about how many different energy sources and people have to come together to make going out to eat possible: the food delivery, the supplies delivery, the gas and water to prepare the food, the cooks to create the food, the dishwashers to wash it, and you to drive there. I get we need a break from the office, so how about pack a picnic and …

13. Get outside. The more you appreciate nature and the beauty of clean air and lovely scenery, the more likely you’ll be to want protect it. Treat the Earth like a good friend: spend time with it!

14. Substitute local(ish) ingredients. I wanted pesto the other day but pine nuts were $30 a pound. And they were from China. Yeowch! So I grabbed walnuts from California at $6/pound. It was still pesto-goodness and my food footprint was so much smaller. Yay, tiny footprints!

15. Grow your own food. Speaking of tiny carbon footprints, I’ve read this is one of the best ways to reduce yours. Start small and grow what you love to eat all ready. And get ready to get addicted. There’s nothing more satisfying than needing an ingredient while you’re cooking and heading to the backyard to grab it.

16. Get a good reusable water bottle. Please do this. The amount of single-use water bottles sold in the U.S. is staggering. When you consider the waste and oil used just for manufacturing it just makes sense to skip single-use plastic anything if you can help it. And then…

17. Fill it with tap water. It’s cheaper. It’s cleaner. It takes less energy. Again: win, win win!

18. Eat more vegetarian cuisine. Until pretty recently, I didn’t know eating meat put a strain on our environment. And lamb is the worst? *sigh* I was just getting into rogan josh. But there are some seriously good veggie meals out there. Participate in meatless Monday! Your body (and Earth) will thank you.

vegan pad thai

Make this: Vegan Pad Thai….omnomnom! (Click for recipe.)

 19. Wash out and recycle/reuse all your plastic bags. Again with the plastic, you say. But seriously, the stuff is everywhere. There’s a continent of plastic in the ocean. Let’s work on taming this beast.

20. Staycation! Or at least close-cation. Explore your fair corner of this earth. Skip the flights more often and opt for driving, tour bus or train. If you must fly, fly coach (you use less space) and try to get direct flights (save fuel). The wanderlust in me gets a bit sad at this, but it does help you make every trip you do take really count.

21. Use natural cleaning products. Lots of chemicals in your cleaning agents might make it seem easier to clean, but it also goes into your water. Not impressed with the natural stuff you’ve found? I’ve started making some of my own, and so far it’s worked impressively.

best drain cleaner

Tidy Mom helped me kick the Drano habit.

22. Wash your clothes in cold water. Use less energy (up to 90% less!) without heating up the water. Plus your clothes last longer.

23. Line dry what you can. When it rains, it’s almost impossible to dry towels in our house, but other than that, we line dry everything. Again: less energy used and your clothes live a longer life.

24. Buy organic whenever possible. Less scary pesticides in our soil and on our food and in our water is good for everyone, and I’m not talking about just humans here.

dogphin kisses

Because we’re all on this rock together.

 

25. Carpool. Y’know all that traffic you sit in? Every day? To and from work? Get in a car with two other people and that’ll get two cars off the road. And it’s less stressful because only one of you has to drive and you have company. Or better yet …

26. Use public transit. For those who scoff at the idea of losing the independence of your car, let me tell you that every person I know that got rid of their car in favor of this option (even those in the U.S. where public transit is largely a joke) have reveled in their new-found, carless freedom. Try it once a week. Google  Maps has an excellent (and fairly accurate) transit option.

27. Use and consume less. It may sound like an odd concept, but it is part of the 3 R’s right? Reduce, reuse, recycle. When Sante and I stopped drinking for more than a month, our weekly recycling was cut by more than half. That was a side-effect I didn’t expect.

28. Get creative! Reuse birthday cards or make your own. Spend more time creating art that requires your energy and less time on the computer. Art isn’t frivolous; it’s soul-feeding goodness and it helps us see things differently: like how an expired bag of beans and an old T-shirt can be a cute door stop, not just trash.

29. Use what you have. So many of us have food in our pantry that just sits there or travel toothpaste we’ve accumulated from the dentist in our cabinets. Use that stuff! The energy has already been used to create it. Leaving it to sit and expire is like leaving your heat running while you go on vacation.

30. Turn down the dial.  Keep the heat a little lower and put on a sweater or get cozy under a blanket. Experiment with your water heater to find the lowest temperature you need to stay comfortable in the shower.

31. Share the love: Donate what you don’t need. Giving clothes, toys and furniture another life by giving them to thrift stores, church rummage sales and other organizations is another form of recycling. One man’s trash is another’s treasure.

32. Be a good example. Kids learn by imitating. If our lifestyles are more Earth-friendly, it’ll be that much easier for the next generation to make even bigger strides toward an impact-free life on our amazing planet.

I hope you’ll give at least one of these a try, if only for 30 days. I mean, c’mon! It’s my birthday after all! Got more ideas? Share them with me in the comments!

 

Purging addictions: Some thoughts.


2012
03.26

After five months and eight days, I have finally finished Fran the Afghan. She was a present to myself for my two-year non-smoker anniversary. Initially I was going to give myself a massage, but decided I would spend the money on something that would have a more lasting benefit in my life and home.

fran the afghan collage

I didn’t know it, but knitting this blanket would be a metaphor for my journey of breaking a very strong addiction.

I struggled to start this afghan; I started over four times. I knit this project almost every day, and sometimes I felt like it would never end. I made mistakes. I had to rip out rows and re-do them. But when I finally finished, it felt so good, and I can’t help but admire it often, even if it is just a giant scarf.

Addiction has been presenting itself in my life a lot lately. Or maybe I shouldn’t say addiction: My need to deal with addiction has become omnipresent. It’s as if my body and mind can no longer tolerate it.

For my 30 Day challenge in March, I decided to stop using Facebook. The following week, my hubby decided to quit drinking to train for a race, so I opted to stop too.

Both of these are big changes from my normal routine. I work in social media, so not using Facebook meant I might not keep up on all the changes. I quickly realized that all the marketing blogs I read keep me updated just fine. I stay signed in as my clients’ companies so I’m not tempted to check my notifications.

And the drinking? Anyone that knows me knows that drinking has been a big part of my life since I turned 21. I worked at a brewery for years. I love beer… And wine… And Jagermeister.

Wine spread

After a rude awakening in my late twenties, I cut back, but I’ve always enjoyed a beer or two with dinner. When I sat down and thought about it, I realized I hadn’t gone more than a few weeks without drinking since I was legal. My body could use a break, I reasoned.

I’ve been keeping track of the experiences: stopping smoking, leaving Facebook, quitting drinking. In making observations, I’ve noticed some striking similarities, some of which easily translate into advice and some that just made me wonder, “Hmmm.”

  • Accept all substitutes. When I finally quit smoking, it was because I used a nicotine patch. My first week off of Facebook, I’d stare at my Twitter feed and check my email compulsively. And the first week of cooking without sipping on a glass of wine meant there was plenty of pomegranate lemonade, chai tea and sparking juice in my fridge. Quitting anything in your life leaves a void that must be filled, even if it’s only temporarily.
  • Some habits are poisonous. I can only drink so much pomegranate lemonade before I just feel sick from all the sugar. After a few weeks without using the nicotine patch, I had a really strong craving. I grabbed a patch, slapped it on and a few minutes later ended up in the bathroom vomiting. On Friday I spent a few minutes on LinkedIn; after I closed the computer, I felt legitimately depressed. Had I been conditioning my body to tolerate all of this? The short answer: yes.
  • Losing an addiction is like losing a friend. In October, during my first week as a non-smoker, I thought about Thanksgiving without smoking a cigarette after my meal, and I cried. Literally. The thought of not having a cocktail on my birthday in April makes me wonder what I will do, as if somehow it wouldn’t be a celebration without a beer. When I get on the computer or my phone to kill some time, my fingers twitch to type a phantom “Facebook” into the browser.
  • Ignorance is bliss. In order to help me feel better about not drinking, I decided to learn more about what alcohol does to my body.  I’m pretty sure I’m never going to be able to drink again without feeling slightly guilty. I know damn well I’ll never be able to inhale a cigarette again because I never had this level of fitness as a smoker. And after the amount of energy I had after one week of reading deprivation, I’ve never been able to lose myself online or in a book the same way.
  • Peer pressure doesn’t go away after adolescence. Why did I smoke? Why do I drink? Why am I spending time on Facebook? There is a certain amount of pressure socially to do these things. I’m as guilty as the next person. I’ve given people a hard time for not having an online persona. I ask “Why?” when someone says they aren’t drinking, as if they need an excuse. It takes a bit of backbone to stand against the current.the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked
  • Self-image creates strong impulses. My sister and I used to say we were “natural born smokers.” It’s true. It was very hard to envision myself as a non-smoker because I put that label on myself. And as a self-described beer enthusiast, it makes it difficult to imagine life without a beer in my hand. I also happen to be exceptionally good at social media marketing, which means I should be immersed in social media, right? I don’t know. Does it? Questioning your perceptions of yourself can pull you back into reality.
  • Everything in moderation, including moderation. I’ve always loved this phrase, mostly because I could use it to justify the occasional candy binge, drunken evening or weekend of red meat on the grill. But I’m starting to see the other side of it.There is no way I could be a social smoker. For me, it’s a slippery slope. So really, I can’t enjoy cigarettes in moderation. And that’s OK. Maybe that’s how it’s going to be with Facebook or with drinking. I really don’t know, and I don’t have to know. It’s just good to remind myself that moderation isn’t the only option.

My 30 Day Challenge for March is almost over, and the race Sante is training for is the second weekend in April, so these experiments will come to a close soon.

I’ll try to keep you posted on my perspective if I can get myself online. Being in the physical world has just been so rewarding, it’s hard to come back to the computer. However, writing is one addiction I don’t have any intention of kicking, so you can be sure to see a post sooner or later.

 

Pssst! Need some motivation? I have a secret.


2012
01.27

It’s the end of January, which means many of us out there are struggling to keep up with a New Year’s Resolution. If you’ve caved, take heart! The Chinese New Year was only a few days ago. You can start again! Plus it’s the year of the dragon, and that means lucky lucky goodness.

moon dragon lunar new year

I heart dragons.

Choosing to work out or be more active is one of the top New Year’s Resolutions every year. And if you’re having trouble getting motivated, I’m going to let you in on a little secret: Exercise is NOT fun at first, no matter what your work-out addicted friends might tell you. It’s painful and may seem to drain you of whatever little energy you have left.

Even the most seasoned vets in the game have to resort to tricks to get themselves active some days, but trust me when I say it will become something you love, if only because of how you feel if you don’t do it … kind of like any addiction. But this is (for the most part) one of the most healthy addictions you can develop.

So if you want a few tips to keep up your exercise resolution, I’m happy to provide them, only because I’ve been on the other side: tired, sick of not seeing instant results, and the couch beckons.

  1. Find your motivation, even if it isn’t the “right” one. I’ll admit it. When I first started working out,  it wasn’t because I wanted to lower my cholesterol and help ease my depression. It was to look good naked. And when I told a friend that, she cracked up but said “Hey, whatever gets you in the gym.”
  2. Make it part of your routine.  Bike or walk to work. If your transportation involves your body, you’re always being active so you’ll never have a reason to skip it. Unless of course you want to sleep at work.
  3. Try to make it something you’re already doing. My friend Nicole went ice skating for her workout this weekend. Awhile ago I spent a few hours rollerskating. It’s natural cross-training!
  4. Show up. Sometimes I just throw my workout gear on even if I have no ambition to workout. And wouldn’t you know it? I find the desire. My hubby does this with his bike rides too.
  5. Do it in the morning. Even if you’re not a morning person. You’ll still be half asleep so you can hate it less and then it’s done. You can’t flake on it. I did this for about four months before I allowed myself to sleep in again and workout at night. It worked.
  6. Find a workout buddy. Craiglist has platonic personals and I’ve seen several ads for workout buddies. I went on a walk with someone I met on Craigslist. It’s better than nothing if none of your friends are into working out. And about that …
  7. Ignore the friends who harrass you about working out. It’s a good thing. It’s not vain or selfish or anything negative (unless you’ve got an exercise disorder). It’s healthy and good for you. Just remember, haters gotta hate.

Just remember that change in the world starts with change in yourself, so keep it up! What are your tricks for getting yourself to the gym or to your workout?

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