March 21, 2013

Find the Thing You’re Most Passionate About

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…Then Do It On Nights And Weekends For The Rest Of Your Life
By David Ferguson

I have always been a big proponent of following your heart and doing exactly what you want to do. It sounds so simple, right? But there are people who spend years—decades, even—trying to find a true sense of purpose for themselves. My advice? Just find the thing you enjoy doing more than anything else, your one true passion, and do it for the rest of your life on nights and weekends when you’re exhausted and cranky and just want to go to bed.

It could be anything—music, writing, drawing, acting, teaching—it really doesn’t matter. All that matters is that once you know what you want to do, you dive in a full 10 percent and spend the other 90 torturing yourself because you know damn well that it’s far too late to make a drastic career change, and that you’re stuck on this mind-numbing path for the rest of your life.

Is there any other way to live?

Read the rest of the article over at The Onion.

Anyone else out there who want to quit their jobs and dive in 100 percent after reading this? I sure do.


December 29, 2012

Beautiful Spam

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I keep getting spam messages. We all do, I’m sure. Mine are usually variations over a theme. Lately, they’ve been vague responses to something I’ve posted, telling me whatever I wrote was interesting and ending with a link. I’ve often wondered how they mix these messages up. How do they keep them fresh? Today, due to a tiny bug or perhaps a copy/paste error, I found the answer.

This is the formula for my soon-to-be-trashed spam. Isn’t it lovely?

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{honest|trustworthy|sincere} good faith. I don?t know if
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as {a fair|a good} game. {Both|Each} {boys and girls|girls and boys}
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January 31, 2012

A parable of my day

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There’s a pull-up bar in my office. Every day I jump up and try to do one pull-up when I get in, one around lunch, one at two p.m. and one before I go home for the day. In four weeks, I’ve gone from being terrible at pull-ups to being able to do one (on a good day).

Today, I walked over, jumped up and did a relatively good pull-up. It wasn’t perfect, but I was happy with the effort I put in. I knew it was the best I could do today, and that was good enough. As I headed back to my desk, I heard one of the guys from that section yell: “You won’t get in shape from doing just one.”

If only I’d known who said it, I would have told him that the key to getting better at these type of exercises is practice. That I’d gone from struggling to do a jumping negative to being able to do a dead-hang pull-up in only four weeks. That I’d like to see him try to do five in one go. But as I turned, I didn’t see him, so I was forced to go back to my desk, sit down, and feel dejected even though my pull-up had been okay.

Now, I’m not saying everything I did today met with that kind of reaction, but if you were to assume that it did, you wouldn’t be far off. I’m going to curl up on the couch with peppermint tea and wait for tomorrow.

December 5, 2011

Writing on airplanes

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I used to be able to write anywhere. I’d just bring my notebook and a pen, and I’d be set. Then, I got carpal tunnel syndrome and I had to write solely on computers. But I got one of those early luggable portable ones and tried the same thing. And it worked…sorta. Five years later, the carpal tunnel is gone, but the limited range of writing venues remains. I can write at cafés, in people’s houses, in libraries, in parks (depending on the glare of the sun), on the sofa, at my desk, in the kitchen (okay, strike that last part, that never really works for me), but the one place I can’t get anything useful done is at an airport, in the air or pre/post flight.

How great would it be if I could spend my five hour wait at Heathrow airport writing the non-fiction piece for my writing group that was due that day (instead of avoiding doing it now, two days later)? How great if I could get some words out about the book I’m reviewing? Or, how ’bout I just get some useful editing done? But no. The only thing I’m capable of doing at airports is drink coffee or look at tax free items I don’t want.

Is there something they pump into the air? What is it about travelling that makes me unable to focus? Can you work and travel at once?

June 6, 2011

Worst Day Ever

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You know those days where everything just goes wrong? Not the kind of days where you have a bit of writer`s block, but you know you can get past it if you really want to; not the days when your friends cancel on you, leaving you to spend the evening alone and you realize that the only person you`ve spoken to all day has been yourself (or your cat, or your cactus); not the kind of day where you crawl out of bed two hours after your alarm went off and you question whether or not you`re fit to be your own boss; no, I`m talking about the really bad days. The ones you remember for a long time. The ones that make you just want to go back to sleep and hope the next one will be better. I`m having one of those days today.

It started okay. My boyfriend woke me with a kiss and dragged me out of bed at 8AM. I felt like tired, but okay, and dicked around on the internet for an hour, trying to mentally prepare for the day`s task. See, I`ve been struggling with a mayor layout problem in my novel and today, I was going to look at it from a new and hopefully fresh angle. It required a bit of internet prowling just to get ready. Then I did my morning workout with the kettlebells and felt very accomplished, obviously I was off to a decent start. That is, until breakfast was devoured and I sat down in front of the computer to work.

Two hours later, I`d written three sentences and had yet to even consider my grand new idea. My concentration was faltering so I decided to treat myself to a glass of cola zero. Big mistake. Less than five minutes later, I poured this glass of coke right into my brand new computer (the one I spent six months saving up for). I ran for the bathroom, tried to soak up as much of the liquid as I could and instantly saved everything I`d written. Then I turned the computer off and put it face down on a carpet of rice, hoping it would soak up any residue. If I`m really, really lucky, I`ll only have a computer smelling of diet soda and not a broken, sticky mess (jury still out on this one).

I took a short coffee break, shook off my stress and horror, and decided to get down to work, this time on the PC. Despite the fact that the keyboard is set to Norwegian even though it`s American and I can`t find all the keys, I actually got some nice revisions done to the first chapter. Until the word program crashed, that is, taking with it all my revisions. I spent another hour trying to remember everything I`d done and re-writing it. Desperation was setting in, so I decided to call my mom to complain. But the computer didn`t have a microphone. I tried turning on internet sharing, thinking that I could use the wifi on my iphone to call her. But the PC/mac conversion didn`t work. So I turned to the old computer, patiently waiting for it to turn itself on only to remember that it didn`t have functioning sound. Last computer in the house, my boyfriend`s, got picked up and I turned it on, downloaded skype and watched it try and fail to function.

Giving up on comfort, I decided to test my theory on fixing the book. Turns out, my oh, so good idea is not feasible. So I`m back at square one. And I won`t even mention what happened when I tried to write a synopsis.

I`m leaving for training now. Here`s to hoping I don`t get run over by a car on the way.

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