creative visualization: a lesson in life and office space

Tara Stiles' photo Loving all the wood at home. My work table smells like the Forrest in the middle of NYC. Wood is for personal growth, creativity & ability to expand. Metal balances wood for good communication.
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Tara Stiles' photo Working on Yoga Cures videos for the e-book version!
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regardless of whether tara stiles (one of my favorite yoga inspirations) is using it, i’ve been coveting an imac for some time. it just so happens that this setting (replete with the wooden furniture table, not so much the chairs) is something i have been building my intentions toward. building, as in, saving enough money to purchase my own home.

a life lesson at freshman year of college:

two weeks ago, i “treated” my freshmen students to something that most of them won’t be exposed to until they’re professionals in the workforce: an abbreviated version of a leadership workshop. (these are pieces i’ve taken away from a FranklinCovey workshop i attended this summer and a number of books on leadership and motivation.) a few of them groaned at pulling out sheets of looseleaf paper, but

“the sheet of looseleaf you’re ripping out can be one of the most important things you write on in the next four years. maybe, when you’re seniors, preparing for graduate school, finishing out internships, you’ll find this and see how much has changed and how much remains the same.”

i had them list and describe at least five core values and why they’re important to them.

then i had each of them stand up, identify and pair off with a classmate with whom they weren’t as familiar. 

“okay. it’s 2 years ago. you’re 16 years old. talk to each other about how your summer was (speak as if you really are 16). talk about what’s happening in your life, and what you’re looking forward to. you have 3 minutes.”

these things rarely last three minutes with adults, let alone teenagers. after i got them to stop, i had them

“act as if it’s ten years later. you’re 27 or 28. talk about how your summer was. pretend as if you are that age by envisioning what you think your life will look like (and want to look like). talk about your accomplishments, your goals, etc.”

my rationale, that they actualized, was that life had changed so much from 16 (when they were getting ready for junior year in high school) to 18. they could only imagine how much change 10 years would be. some were married. some were living a bicoastal lifestyle. some were CPAs at one of the “top-four” accounting firms. some had kids. a lot of them were so engrossed in their 28-year old adulthoods. “that was deep!”

i asked them to share their values (if they wanted) and if they feel as if each goal, and each decision abided by these values.

“our values are ideally the foundation of what drives our goals. and from then on, we make goals. and you got an idea of what you’d like life to be at 28. what happens after we set our goals are the decisions we make to veer ourselves towards the direction of those goals.”

 a few of them were pretty emotional, some teary-eyed. i think i got through some of them :). my last class is tomorrow. it will be bittersweet. i told them to email me whenever, and, if they remember me, to email me before graduation (in four-five years).

tying this back to the imac, i’ve been on this macbook for three years. i’ve certainly grown since then, and have soo many more responsibilities and roles. but i’m putting an extra price tag on it: a down payment for my own place.

Up in the Air: I promised myself Sunday evening that I was going to finish up stuff for Wednesday’s class and go to sleep early since the following day (today) was the Monday after the Thanksgiving holiday. 

I probably got in 5 hours of good sleep, and thanks to my re-discovery of Up In the Air, which I hadn’t seen since 2010.

Shake the Dust

“Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day, and there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans.”

- Anis Mojgani

11.20.11
It was my grandmother’s 90th birthday — my dad’s mom. She’d been through a lot this year, losing her favorite sister at 95 back in June and a brother in law, months later. Other than weakened knees, she has none of the usual suspects that ail us as time transpires: no risk of stroke, heart disease, Alzheimer’s, etc.
The more I was around her, the more I was led to believe that maybe it was the fear and stress of the burden of aging that really cripples us. I’ve never seen her yell, get angry, or feel much despair — she even out-walked me and my sister whenever we’d visit. Each time we gathered for dimsum, for another birthday, my dad would remark about how her health is testament to how much our well-beings hinge on attitude. The first time I saw a look of despair on her face was at her sister’s funeral, before the ending of which she grew tired and asked to be driven home.
Back in September, my father gave her some news over the phone that made her smile: that I was coming over to interview her for our family’s history. 
There are few people who are excellent story-tellers; my mom certainly isn’t really one of them, but my father is. Fortunately I’m a good writer, if I do say so myself :) Hours later, a family map, and a few voice-recordings, I have some work set out for me when I take a few weeks’ leave in January. 

11.20.11

It was my grandmother’s 90th birthday — my dad’s mom. She’d been through a lot this year, losing her favorite sister at 95 back in June and a brother in law, months later. Other than weakened knees, she has none of the usual suspects that ail us as time transpires: no risk of stroke, heart disease, Alzheimer’s, etc.

The more I was around her, the more I was led to believe that maybe it was the fear and stress of the burden of aging that really cripples us. I’ve never seen her yell, get angry, or feel much despair — she even out-walked me and my sister whenever we’d visit. Each time we gathered for dimsum, for another birthday, my dad would remark about how her health is testament to how much our well-beings hinge on attitude. The first time I saw a look of despair on her face was at her sister’s funeral, before the ending of which she grew tired and asked to be driven home.

Back in September, my father gave her some news over the phone that made her smile: that I was coming over to interview her for our family’s history. 

There are few people who are excellent story-tellers; my mom certainly isn’t really one of them, but my father is. Fortunately I’m a good writer, if I do say so myself :) Hours later, a family map, and a few voice-recordings, I have some work set out for me when I take a few weeks’ leave in January. 

This is how I feel. :D
From an old entry on PostSecret.

This is how I feel. :D

From an old entry on PostSecret.

Haruki Murakami <3

Haruki Murakami <3

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11/11/11 My Birthday. Friends. Love. Cake. (Taken with Instagram at East Village)

11/11/11 My Birthday. Friends. Love. Cake. (Taken with Instagram at East Village)

Worth it?

Nope, it was not worth it.

Decent article about neighborhood branding.

Unless* you’re taking my class on gentrification, the general population doesn’t seem to appreciate the branding of NYC and the branding of neighborhoods. Back in the 90s, Fort Greene was the hood. These days, it’s “Downtown Brooklyn” and incredibly gentrified. I was telling my students the other day that, within a 6-block radius where I live, there is a Walgreen’s, CVS, and Riteaid. Any many banks have opened up in place of small businesses. 

*hyperbole

Lady Gaga’s “Edge of Glory” performed on Howard this past summer. So raw and compelling.