Matt Madeiro at Three New Leaves recently released a free ebook called Simpler. It’s a practical, to the point guide on simplifying your life along with plenty of personal anecdotes on how he did it himself.
I met Matt when I emailed him to share my love of coconut related product (coconut oil, coconut water, coconut milk, etc) as a means to get healthier. He was kind enough to remind me not to discount coconut flakes (what was I thinking?), and to talk more about primal fitness, minimalism, and blogging as a whole. He also knows how nervous I was about blogging and just being honest and speaking the real truth about who I am.
Until recently, I thought being vulnerable was overrated, now I know it’s the opposite. It was largely his complete openness about anything I wanted to ask and his thoughtful responses that pushed me along to the next steps in my journey. Now that initial anxiety seems so incidental.
Those experiences showed Matt and his resource Simpler are good case studies of leading by example. See for yourself by checking out his post on how he got in the best shape of his life eating simpler. And while eating bacon and butter and loads of other stuff. Fair warning, it will annoy you if you’re leading a low-fat, low-carb, high cardio work-out lifestyle.
In my history class, I was surprised to learn that International Workers’ Day, also known as May Day, actually has its origins here in the United States.
Yeah. I had assumed for a long time that it was a holiday celebrated in communist countries like Cuba or the former Soviet Union. Boy, was I surprised to learn differently.
It was the very dawning of day when the term ‘dignity of labor’ meant something. ~ George E. McNeill
Over 100 years ago, workers had 10 to 16-hour workdays in really unsafe conditions right here in America. People died and were seriously injured on the job, which inspired Upton Sinclair to write The Jungle and our very own local hero Jack London to write The Iron Heel.
And, for this, at the end of the week, he will carry home three dollars to his family, being his pay at the rate of five cents per hour –
just about his proper share of the million and three-quarters of children who are now engaged in earning their livings in the United States.
~ Upton Sinclair
HAPPY EARTH DAY!
And also, Happy Good Friday (?) and Happy Passover, and tomorrow is Earth Day! If one wishes happiness on those days. But regardless, my sentiment to you is have a great day. It’s Friday on a very Holy weekend. Let’s celebrate what we’ve got:
- We’ve got the Earth, which is all pretty and covered in spring blossoms and stuff
- We’ve got wonderful and strong beliefs – no matter what those beliefs specifically are. They’re all great!
- We’ve got friends and family
- We’ve got Starbucks giving out free coffee today!
Does this post sound a bit trite to you? It’s sounding trite to me. But you know what? It’s spring, it’s Friday, and I’m happy. So I don’t care of this is a bit trite.
Well, this is going to be a fun wrap up. And also brief! Since my good old half mary on Sunday, I have not run a single mile. It wasn’t because I didn’t feel like it – in fact, I would have given anything to hit the trails. It wasn’t because the weather wasn’t conducive – we had a 60-degree day, snow, all sorts of my favorite outdoor conditions.
I didn’t run a single mile aside my 2.13 because…
I hurt myself.
Yes, I can officially say I’m a runner now, because I am fairly certain that I blew out my ankle thanks to my awesome running form last weekend.
My boss snapped at me today. I hate when he does that. It makes me hate being at a job that I actually really enjoy. Just those two or three seconds of disrespect can wash away years of great communication and camaraderie. I know, he’s studying so hard for his MBA (it’s all online and pretty affordable he says), and this may affect his behavior, but still…
Maybe a less sensitive person can just brush it aside. But I can’t. For me, those few seconds stay in my mind and slowly build into a rage. That is, if I don’t do something about it right away.
I waited about an hour or so and went into his office. I said something light to start a dialogue. He laughed and engaged. Then I just blurted out, “is everything OK between us?” Fortunately, he’s used to this kind of question because over the years of working together I’ve made us “talk it out” anytime I’ve sensed tension or conflict.
I don’t think I really understood the full extent of the words “anger management” until I became a mother. I understood the words separately (trust me, I really understood anger growing up in a family where all emotions were on the table all the time) but I didn’t understand them together or more precisely the importance of having them together when you have children.
One of the downsides of having children (oh yes, there are downsides and anyone that tells you there aren’t either doesn’t have children or is lying) is that you have to give up the freedom to express your anger any way you damn well please.
Oh no, when you have children you have to learn an entirely new way to deal with anger (at least in front of them). Children, especially small children, don’t understand your anger and interpret it only one way, directed at them. And especially in our family that’s challenging as one of our three needs special care.
So when your toddler won’t stop screaming no matter what you do and you’re at a breaking point where anger is rapidly building up like a fiery volcano in your throat, you have to take a deep breath and figure out a way to stop yourself from exploding. It’s not easy. Well, it might be easy for some but God knows it’s not easy for me. And I have enough experience. But being a mom is even more difficult when it comes to being polite when you are just angry.
Desire, indulgent, pleasure, why have these tiny words become such bad unspoken phrases? I have lived off of a strict bread and no fun diet for a lonnnggggg time. A real long time. I figured if I restrict pleasure I will have a big grand life. Now, where in the world does that even make sense?
If you take away fun, you become smaller… But for some God forsaken reason something switch in my brain, and I believed for years that its best not to indulge. In anything. And I am not alone.
How many times do woman pass up dessert when out for dinner? Or let others go before them when they were the first in line. Worse of how many people have passed up a great, once-in-a-lifetime event that they have been dreaming about for years, just because they have to work late.
I have been a victim of excusing myself from what I truly want. Making up excuses as for why I shouldn’t, why I can’t, why I ought to never think about it. I got to the point I gave up sweets in itself because I didn’t figure I should have anything that tasty. Was I ever wrong…
Before I begin, let me just admit that I have been a huge, guilty as charged, culprit of people-pleasing. That’s how I grew up, that is what I was taught, and that is what I witnessed for years.
“Always put others before yourself. Their happiness is more important than your own” is basically the message I would receive.
Through recent evaluations and by analyzing my whole life, I have come to see how backward this message is. In actuality, it’s best to take care of yourself before helping others.
Don’t believe me? Go on an airplane, and what is the first instruction? In an event of an emergency, put on your oxygen mask (your lifeline) first before helping others. That makes sense because how can you help others when you, yourself, are half dead? READ MORE
I would like to let you know that I am terrible at introductions and talking about myself. I feel like whenever I have to do it, I say the same things over and over and it gets quite tiring. I’m also not one who likes to draw attention to oneself, so that’s also probably another contributing factor.
I’m now in my mid-thirties. One word you could use to describe me is geek. Though anymore that term is used really loosely, I’m pretty sure I could count as one. I like technology and I can learn pretty much any device quickly.
When I was five or six I taught myself how to do things on my dad’s work laptop. I’m also one of those rare people who loves both designing and programming. I’m helping youth who don’t have a high school diploma get their GED through a great and free online prep course. When they have their GED, they can move ahead faster!
I’m am an avid shopper when I have the money. I do this thing called “retail therapy”, which may not be the best kind of therapy, but it does help.
Top 5 things I will shop for: READ MORE
Ok … obviously, I am not literally talking about doctors. But I’m amazed how people become doctors without ever having to go to school.
You might be shaking your head or disagreeing with me. But think about it.
You don’t feel well. A friend/colleague/coworker/spouse/family member asks what is wrong and you tell them your head/foot/shoulder/big toe hurt. They may ask a follow-up question, they may not. Regardless, they are almost certain to tell you (a) what is wrong with you and (b) how to treat it.