All posts tagged: my process

Sh*t Sandwich

It’s not so much what you dream about doing as it is what you are willing to endure to carry on with it.  Last week I read this post by Mark Manson discussing the seven questions to ask when contemplating one’s life’s purpose.  His first question,  WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF SHIT SANDWICH AND DOES IT COME WITH AN OLIVE? stuck with me like gum in my hair.  Impossible to shake off and always there, my fingers fiddling with it in the morning and at night while in bed.  I do not know what my favorite shit sandwich flavor of all time is, though I have had my fair share of them in different areas and at different times in my life.  I do not prepare my shit sandwiches with olives though.  I hate olives unless broken down into a tapenade. Mr. Manson perceives the olive as a garnish, saying that if you are going to eat a shit sandwich to get where you need to go or to get what it is you need, …

On the Front Burner

On the back burner is seemingly how things work for the modern gal, this one in particular.  Lots of lists and dates to make.  Projects, trips, tasks, etc. are all of equal importance but not extremely urgent.  How much can a back burner be expected to handle?  The last time I looked at my stove I only had two, and as I’ve come to grips with the acceptance I need blinders in order to make me focus, two might be one too many at this time.  Let’s pay some attention to my front burner then. When I think about the things I would like to put on my front burner, I recall the other pots I have simmering on the back burner that may have already boiled over.  Wait, did I lose the window for dealing with my tax extension?  No.  Do I have the bandwidth to plan another trip abroad?  I wish I did.  Is this finally the weekend when we will see that Mary Blair exhibit?  Will I set aside a full weekend, or just …

The Bag Lady

I have bags of stuff everywhere.   Prior to having company over, a good hostess will spend her time tidying up her apartment,  mainly concentrating on the bathroom and the crevices of the floors, and legs of furniture where dust accumulates if she needs to get her home party ready in a flash.  She also needs to get rid of clutter.  I read once in an entertaining guide in the 90s that you could potentially use the tub for surplus storage, but your guests need only to draw the curtain and you will be busted on the spot.  So I think women started filling their  tubs with water and burning floating candles there instead.  Neither has ever been an option for me, but that is not the point of this post.     Whole Foods, TJs, Vanessa Bruno, what have you… Gotta bag? I likely have crap to store in it. I have crap everywhere and I simply dump whatever is scattered on the dining table into reusable shopping bags or totes I have stored …

I Know What It Is Like to Cry

I know what it is like to cry.  I know what it is like to have a good ugly Claire Danes style snotfest watching The Notebook on a mid afternoon flight.  I know what it is like to cry quiet disappointed tears, curled in the fetal position with my head in my husband’s lap.  I know what it is like to cry tears of joy greeting my mom at the airport.   I know what it is like to cry from laughing so hard with a girlfriend that we forget to breathe.  I know what it is like to cry after saying good bye to a loved one for the last time. I know what it is like to cry sympathetic tears for someone unable to cry on his own.   I am quite the crier.  I think it comes with the territory when you love big, you just feel many emotions in a very big way too. And now, after Friday night, I know what it is like to cry from being overwhelmingly thankful. I …

It’s Tough Not Being "Off the Cuff"

I have been sitting with my drafts since Friday, tweaking tinkering, playing.  I am reading about how different creatives use their time.  How disciplined they are, the structure to their days and how it makes way for them to be more creatively free… I am considering posting my topics on schedule.  It does make sense to sit down and exercise discipline.   I must give more energy to these little ideas that flit in and out of my head.  This is my current process:  I am jotting notes down in my 3″x5″ polka dot notebook that I keep in my bag.  I write things down while I talk on the phone if a conversation gets interesting and gives me a starting point for a new topic.  I am keeping a journal in the living room, one in the drawer of my nightstand, one in my bathroom, and one in the second room.  I am using the recording device on Evernote during my daily commute so as not to interrupt the pace of my walk and …

Bold. Brilliant. Beautiful… Me?

Several weeks ago I decided to answer a call to action of sorts.  This is a big deal.  A huge deal.  A commitment to myself to be “Bold. Brilliant. Beautiful. You.”  in hopes of becoming more of who I am and inspiring others to do the same.  Here’s the thing… on this blog, I am totally real.  I am who I am and I am proud of that.  But… but ….   while I am who I am, I also am very guarded.  I am still very private about some things, while quite candid about others.  In deciding what to do with this blog starting in 2014, for months I have been determining whether or not I want to bridge my real life with my blog life.  There are still a ton of people in my life who have no idea I do this.  It’s not a secret shame.  It’s just a secret.  I just have a hard time feeling legitimate, and I know it’s all on me.  It is amazing every time I hear words of encouragement …

Crunch

Designed this way, the word ‘crunch’ remains fun!  Image by Suzanne Barber With ninety minutes to spare before getting picked up for game night, I did more within that hour and a half than I had accomplished ALL DAY.  I am surprisingly efficient when the minutes are ticking away.  Not only did I wash dirty dishes, but I dried and shelved them,  cleaned the countertops, changed out the dish towels, mopped the floor, and brought the trash and recycling out.  I showered and dressed, wrote some holiday cards and wrapped two small presents.  To most of you this may not be a big deal, but I once disclosed in my post here, how very inept I tend to be in the housekeeping department.  In a time crunch, on the other hand, I am able to empty the dryer, sort, fold, hang, and put away laundry, beginning to end, within a fifteen minute window better than if I were given an open ended hour or two at another point.  Sometimes with too much time and too much …

(Design) Feast Day!

A feature – A Real One!     I always enjoy reading features and interviews on interesting creatives.  I like to hear about their motivation, their processes, and generally to get a better idea about their personalities and the lives they lead.  How flattered I was to hear from the wonderful Nate Burgos earlier in the fall when he invited me to take part in his Design Feaster Blogger’s Quest(ionnaire) series.  His mission is clear, to explore the world of designers and bloggers in his long term project dedicated to creative culture.    Please support his purpose by visiting his site, http://www.designfeast.com, and find out about other creative minds, and spread the word!   In classic fashion, I was at once excited and intimidated, thinking, as always, who will care about anything I have to do or say, but I decided to take my own advice and cut myself some slack.  I am starting to bridge my off line life with my on line one, but am doing so in the babiest of baby steps.  Having …

The Houseguest

No, you are most certainly NOT welcome here.  Image c/o lowes It could be said that I always have something on my mind.  I am able to multi task effectively a tiny bit, and thrive on lots of ideas and things popping up here and there to keep the coals hot.  It can also be said that when there is something particularly distressing upon me, I fail to creatively function, and I cannot find a way to write around it.  My last record was 11 days, when I was getting a bit itchy with the mister, discussed here.  When something deeply emotional takes residence, there is room for little else.  It takes up all of the bedrooms, makes others line up for the shower, does not replace the toilet paper,  and cleans out the fridge every meal time.  It considers no one else.  The rest of the house members just grunt and deal with its presence, waiting for its to return flight home.    It is that tiresome houseguest who creeps in at midnight wearing …