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If I am too busy for yoga, I am too busy

I need to run more, so today I added a new habit to my Lift profile.

But before I added the habit, I had to decide on what I wanted to pursue:

Initial goal: daily 5k. Immediate mental pushback: seriously, when are you going to fit that in? 3 miles? Are you sure? Do you really have the time to commit to that every day? Also, it's getting cold and Blink is packed on evenings. How early do you want to wake up, seriously?  
Revised to: 30 minute run. Monologue: Hmm, maybe, but still a tricky one to fit in - not easy to do a lunchtime run and still be back in an hour.
End result: 20 minute run. Monologue: Okay, this isn't wildly ambitious. This could work. Let's do that.

There were other thoughts. Like: you haven't run a decent 5k in weeks! Months, even! Why not start smaller? 

Which was, for me, an interesting departure from my usual approach - go big, all-in, buy all the gear. book all the classes, DO ALL THE THINGS.

Because I've come to realize that I don't want to do all the things, and crucially, I no longer care about maintaining the appearance thereof.

But I do want to meditate. I want to practice yoga every day. I want to spend more time with friends and family. I want to get through that pile of books and magazines and articles to which I add almost daily. I want to write more. I want to fall asleep to the sound of waves crashing on tropical beaches. I want to make contributions that are bigger than me.

And when I look at my schedule and I can't fit in a yoga practice because I've scheduled a 7.30am breakfast meeting and am attending an 8pm Skillshare session, I realize I am doing it wrong. 

Do less, do better. Be better.

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Nothing routine about it

Lavender incense. Ravi Shankar's Chants of India on surround sound. Ambient lighting. Tea. I could scarce be more relaxed.

And I wonder, why don't I do this more often? Where this = downtime. Chill out time. Only-one-browser-tab-open-and-it's-the-one-I'm--composing-this-post-in time. 

I get busy. I get caught up. I get sucked into the clicking and the scrolling and the emailing and the constant monitoring of Asana and the checking of and for replies, mentions, reblogs, retweets. Those little hits of dopamine. Those bursts of activity that are more appearance of busy than real productivity.

I have to step out of the busy to get into the zone. Flow requires a presence of mind and an intentionality, a focus, that I cannot attain unless I take a deep breath, don some headphones and turn up some Damian (when deadlines loom) or some Shankar or whatever ambient action Songza serves up. 

Flow requires rest. Downtime. Critical and emotional distance. None of which I sufficiently prioritize.

But sometimes I come home and take a deep breath or five and break out the sitar music and the lavender incense and the jasmine silver needle tea. And I remember, again, that balance is about opposition, too.

A life in beta., continued.

Inbox zero and other stories

I've been using Lift - think of it as a foursquare for habits - since its public launch about two weeks ago: 

(Some of) my lift habits

If nothing else it's reinforced how competitive I am - and that the person I compete with (or against) most is myself. (One of my goals is 'write blog post', and I want to get this post in before midnight to I can check it off in Lift...)

It's also a daily indicator of how I am, or am not, prioritizing. Yoga: winning. Meditate: not so much. Some irony in that one of the habits for which I have zero checkins so far is "prioritize my day".

I am also crushing inbox zero for both my work and main personal inbox. But am still months behind on emails, because I don't include - or regularly check - the two other accounts to which most of my friends-and-family emails go. Which is (another) clear priority fail.

And there are the things I haven't put on the list: run; bike to work; write down one thing every day for which I am grateful (working on just saying this aloud, daily). Read a book every week. 

In this vein I tried the 3 Tiny Habits course by Dr BJ Fogg, with mixed results. My intended habits were (are):

After I wake up, I will not pick up my phone until I meditate for three breaths.
After every email I send, I will take a deep breath and relax.
Before I go to sleep, I will write down one thing I'm grateful for today.

And because I belong to the throw-a-book-at-the-problem school, I bought Eknath Easwaran's text on passage meditation. Which I have started reading. But not finished. Or using. Yet.

(I realize and acknowledge  I sometimes buy books with the same motivations for which I use time-shifting apps like Instapaper.)

I don't want to add too many goals to Lift; or at least, I don't want to add more goals to Lift before the ones currently there become habits.

Like this 'write blog post' situation.

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When I do yoga I am a better person (I do yoga because I want to be a better person).

I am forced to concentrate. To focus. To be present.

I’m disconnected. I’m not online. I’m not responding to email. I’m not experiencing any Pavlovian responses to unread counts or the succumbing to the promise of a quick hit of dopamine.

Why I need this disconnection, this presence: because it’s taken me an hour just to write these hundred or so words, as I fiddled with AppleScripts and Marked and Squarespace settings.

When I do yoga I am centred, I am equanimous. I am not worried about hacking my workflow.

I don’t practice enough.

Dear everyone: enough with this "millenials are whiny and entitled" bullshit

I have just about had it with drive-by generalizations like this one from Sarah Lacy, is a post about (of all things) Oracle:

Millenials are coming into the workforce and the generation has an amazing capacity to demand the world revolve around their desires, whether that’s reasonable or not.

Or this tweet [sic] and accompanying post by Above the Law:

Students sue law school for grading them on a curve. Yes mellinals are just that weak: http://bit.ly/zGBZu8 -EM

At least once a month, something happens that makes millennials seem insufferable. It’s like we’ve bred an entire generation of people who can’t take criticism. It’s an entire generation that hasn’t watched the Godfather and doesn’t understand the phrase “it’s business, not personal.” When they fail, they don’t redouble their efforts; instead, they get their feelings hurt, make excuses, and whine and complain to anyone who will listen.

Let's get several things straight, here. The generation of people born in the so-called "developed world" in the 80s and the 90s are facing an inherited recession and staggering loss of wealth, paucity of opportunity, massive and rising inequality, enormous student loan debt, social immobility, a capricious labour market (jobs for life? what? defined benefit pension plans who?) and an uncertain geopolitical outlook. And they are contending with a steady stream of invectives from the very same baby boomers who are holding on to their extensive and expensive entitlements for dear life - all but ensuring they will be the last generation to benefit from them.

So even if Gen-Yers were anywhere near as whiny as the commentariat  make out -- and they avowedly are not -- who the hell could blame them?

As a journalist far greater than I will ever be remarked in 2001:

10 years of martial law and a war-time economy are going to feel like a Lifetime to people who are in their twenties today. The poor bastards of what will forever be known as Generation Z are doomed to be the first generation of Americans who will grow up with a lower standard of living than their parents enjoyed.

That is extremely heavy news, and it will take a while for it to sink in. The 22 babies born in New York City while the World Trade Center burned will never know what they missed. The last half of the 20th century will seem like a wild party for rich kids, compared to what's coming now. The party's over, folks. The time has come for loyal Americans to Sacrifice. ... Sacrifice. ... Sacrifice. That is the new buzz-word in Washington. But what it means is not entirely clear.

Etc.

Related: Heather McGhee on the Millennial Generation - Vimeo

To pass through Grand Central Terminal, one of New...

To pass through Grand Central Terminal, one of New York’s exalted public spaces, is an ennobling experience, a gift. To commute via the bowels of Penn Station, just a few blocks away, is a humiliation. What is the value of architecture? It can be measured, culturally, humanely and historically, in the gulf between these two places.

Source: NY Times

'the average American spends only $17 a year on music'

Really?

 the average American spends only $17 a year on music, a number cited to me by an indie label executive who wished to remain anonymous. "If you get more folks spending $17 a month on music," he says, "there's a bigger pot of money to split up and it lets us use the power of our own marketing rather than gatekeepers to develop fans and convert that most precious commodity — attention — into revenue, however that consumer might choose to engage."

SourceDebate rages as Spotify, MOG, and Rdio kill / save the music industry - The Verge

H/T maoxian

I am not an 'average' music consumer. And I am not 'America'. But $17? I can spend that on music in a day*.

And does that $17 refer to money spent on streaming subscriptions? Downloads from iTunes or Amazon? Would iTunes Match or Google Music count?

(*Most recent purchases: John Forté - The Water Suite - EP;John Forté - The Bloomingdale's Acoustics - EP and John Forté - From Brooklyn to Russia With Love! (The Sampler) - EP. Yes, I'm really into John Forté. And yes, purchased in one sitting.)

Relevant: Behind the music: Is Sweden selling its music-makers for a song? - the guardian Release day economics - uniform motion Spotify From a Musician’s Perspective - musicianwages.com