Run in the rain.

“I just ran in the rain without earphones. Amazeballs. Go do it!” I had just finished cleaning my room when I read Adam’s message. The morning was already perfect - slept in, incense, rain, This American Life - and I didn’t have to do anything for the next couple hours. So I did it. It was my first run in three weeks because overtraining is a bitch (but that’s a different story).

I jogged for a couple miles in the spitting morning rain with gorgeous views of the city taken straight from an old book. The cable car, the splashing of cars in puddles, the sounds of Muni, the leaves and the silence created the perfect soundtrack. I felt alive and only three more blocks uphill until I was home. As I got halfway up the first giant hill it started to pour, so I embraced it. I spread my arms back like wings, I pointed my chin up, closed my eyes, and just went for it. I ran past my front door, I had to, I couldn’t stop. 

A few hours later, I wasn’t even off the running cloud, when an old friend picked me up for coffee. We spent the afternoon at Coffee Bar in our old hood until it was time for yoga. Breathing and handstands consumed the next three hours of our lives and we walked out of the studio in an an even fluffier cloud than when we walked in. 

I needed this day. We all need this day. The day when we take time to do only those things that feed our soul. We get caught up in doing what we do and we forget to take time for self care. Not the day-to-day self care when we brush our teeth, eat well and meet deadlines, the real kind, when we shower in rain, let our body breathe, and let the sounds of the city do the talking. So in the words of my friend Adam, go do it, it’s amazeballs.

Procrastination post. The 2 minute rule.

Once I get started, I want to write it all down. I have ideas jotted down on tiny pieces of paper and notes in my phone, so that’s a good thing. But then I sit down to write about them and I just think of the more recent stuff that I have to write about because it feels more exciting, but then I think of how exciting the other moments were, and so on. So I procrastinate. Clearly.

But here’s the thing about procrastination, it really does help me. No, seriously. Any good procrastinator will tell you it’s true, or maybe we just trick ourselves into thinking that. Here’s what works for me - I make a list of everything I have to do and then I add silly easy stuff to that list, stuff that’s not nearly as important and often, not important at all. Then I do the things. I scrub the toilet, I separate my laundry, I tweeze my eyebrows and I google that one thing that I was wondering about that one time. And then I’m ready to focus on whatever it is that was originally at the top of my list, and my mind is at ease.

One of my favorite professors at ASU, William Heywood, introduced me to the 2 minute rule - Separate your tasks into two piles, one for the things that will take you two minutes or less and one for everything else, when you need a break from ‘everything else,’ check something off your quick list. It works. I’ve modified it to a 10 minute rule, but when I don’t have something on my list that’s quick and easy, I just create something. Like this post. Now, I can go in peace to write about everything on my mind.

But really, I should just go to sleep and write tomorrow.

The 5 minutes before bed.

They really set the tone for the next day.

You know that annoyance that comes with waking up in the middle of the night and realizing you're still in your jeans from earlier? Well that's what my 2am was like, but multiplied by three. 

I woke up with my iPad still in hand, the reading light shining in my face, in my jeans from the day before. I was mainly annoyed because I had to be up in a couple hours to go to yoga. I slept two more hours, showered and was ready just in time to hop on my bike and barely make it on the mat before the first downward dog of class. But then I couldn't find my bike lock key and I couldn't leave without it, so I got back in bed and everything was just a little off all day. I was bummed I missed yoga. 

That hadn't happened in a while because I'd been good about preparing for the next day. Every night: Lunch, clothes, backpack, and bike lock - check. I always take five minutes before bed to disconnect from everything and get my thoughts in oder. I do a quick run down in my head of what the following day might be like, I think about everything I'm grateful for and I set intentions for the next day. Sometimes it's 'be productive' other times it's simply 'let it be.'

Those five minutes make a huge difference.

Haiku for San Francisco.

The words are not going to write themselves. Not even if I talk about writing them. 

I always say I’m going to do it and I never stick to it. It’s always because ‘I don’t have time’ but it’s really because, who cares what I have to say? Which I then realized, is precisely the reason I should write. It makes me happy and someone else might be able to take something from it. And if not, who cares what I have to say anyway. 

It always takes a little warm-up, so I figured a haiku wouldn’t be a bad way to start.

Warm winter embrace 

To be in San Francisco

In January