Wednesday, February 25, 2015

7 ways to be productive

(the fact that this post has been in my drafts for months now is a little ironic but we can move past that, right?)

I wrote this especially for us people who are in charge of their own work (there's no boss or teacher hanging over your shoulder making you get things done) but really, it can apply to anyone. In all honesty: it's up to you to do what you need to do.

so here's my tips and I hope they help. and I never write these kinds of posts so when I say I hope it helps, I really am hoping.

I. wake up at a reasonable time
I know not everyone is a morning person and if staying up late is your style, then do it. But don't sleep the day away. There's something about starting a new day with a fresh morning.

II. start your day right. 
This might sound similar to the above, but it's not the same thing. You can wake up as early as you like and still start the day wrong. I know some mornings I just throw on some clothes and head out the door, but it's good to take it slow. Have a cup of coffee or tea, read or journal, listen to a good song, or just sit and think about your day before it starts. Setting out what you're going to wear the night before is helpful if you're getting dressed in the dark or if you never can decide what you want to wear.

III. plan your day. 
This varies from person-to-person, like a lot of these tips do. Some people like to have every hour of their day planned and others don't like to have anything planned at all. And while planning every hour of my day would drive me crazy, I know that I'm not that productive if I don't have anything planned out at all. I usually will write out a list of the things that I want to accomplish the night before. They could be things like "go for a run" or "start on this project" or "edit my book". Then if I have things that I absolutely have to do, I'll write that down and the time it has to be done. I'm terrible with time so writing things down helps me.

IV. just do it.
Yeah, I'm stealing Nike's line, but this is true. Get off your butt and do whatever you need to do. I remember when I was still studying all the time and I would do the thing I hated first: math. Whatever you hate the most, do that first. If you save it until later I can promise you that the chances of you doing it then are much less. Then the rest of the day goes much better.

IIV. don't be too hard on yourself.
While I'm not exactly a workaholic (or I'm not the kind of person who enjoys working herself to death), I can be very hard on myself and that isn't helpful or productive. So yes, just do the work or school you're supposed to, but also give yourself a break. Don't just work the whole day straight or else you'll burn yourself out. and reward yourself for when you "just do it" and get stuff done.

V. learn how ya work. 
Maybe you work best with every hour of your day planned out, but if you're the opposite that's okay, too. Maybe you learn best in a silent library or maybe in the hustle and bustle of the local coffeeshop. Or maybe you can stay focused with music or maybe music distracts you. Whatever it is, learn and experiment until you find your groove.

VI. make sure to eat. and take care of yourself. 
I'm either thinking about food every second or I get caught up in something and forget to eat completely. whatever happens, make sure to eat. Also, don't forget to get moving. I used to hear people say that you need to workout everyday and while I think that's great, one of my jobs is pretty exhausting since I'm on my feet the whole time. Coming home and working out is the last thing I wanna do. But then if I have a day where I'm sitting down editing pictures or writing, I make sure to go for a walk or do something that gets my blood pumping.

Those are my tips . . . what helps you? tell in the comment section below!

Saturday, February 21, 2015

cold days

The weather has been frigid here and though the colors are dull, life in itself is never dull. There's always something going on. I've been working at the coffeeshop a lot and maybe I should post about that sometime. After all, I'm there almost everyday and have been since over a year now.

Sitting here in the coffeeshop, I'm staring at the antique buildings across the street and the sleet pouring down from the sky. Snow is piled high on the sidewalks and it's not so white anymore. The trees look bare and naked; ice clinging to the thin branches. It's dreary and a bit dull, but always changing. I don't think I'll ever get used to the change of life . . . it's always there but I never see it coming and it surprises me every time.

Life is full of surprises, of joys and aches, of fears and doubts -- constantly changing. It's crazy and it makes my head spin sometimes, but I still like it.

Friday, February 13, 2015

writer's block

Writer's block has been hard on me and in the past twelve days I haven't written anything on my book and not much here, either. Life has been good, though, I just haven't felt the need to share it here. I do want to write, though and yet every time I sit down to, the words don't come. I can feel them at the tip of my fingers though, like words about to slip off from the tip of my tongue so I know they'll come at some point. Things are weird like that.

Time has been weird, too. I used to never care what time it was and now, suddenly, it's something I must care about. You have to be places at certain times -- that's just how life works. Not sure if I'm used to it yet, but I suppose that's another part of growing up.

Speaking of time, it's time for me to shut this down and go be a barista for a little while.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

stop & smell the roses

what is this life if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare.

no time to stand beneath the boughs
and stare as long as sheep or cows.

no time to see, when woods we pass,
where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

no time to see, in broad daylight, 
streams full of stars like skies at night.

no time to turn at beauty's glance,
and watch her feet, how they dance.

no time to wait till her mouth can 
enrich that smile her eyes began.

a poor life this is, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare.

by W. H. Davies