Source http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/tinybuddha/~3/5ZQnbw7_4Gs/
“How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.” ~Dr. Wayne Dyer
I was the quintessential late-bloomer, not hitting my growth spurt until my junior year of high school. I’m six feet tall now, but for all of middle school and the first half of high school, I was one of the shortest kids in the entire school.
Additionally, some thought I had a slight lisp. I was extremely self-conscious about it after a few people unkindly pointed it out to me. During my senior year I wore Invisalign braces, which corrected my teeth and improved by speech mannerisms, but for many years I was embarrassed about my pronunciation of certain words.
I was frequently bullied for how short I was and the way I spoke. Since I had low self-esteem already, I felt like I was fundamentally flawed and unworthy as a person. It’s safe to say high school was an extremely difficult time.
When I went to a small liberal arts school called McDaniel College down in Westminster, Maryland, I was ready to start over. I was especially looking forward to meeting new people and leaving the days of being bullied behind. That’s when I met Tom (name changed to protect his privacy).
The Worst Bully I E…
Source http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/tinybuddha/~3/5ZQnbw7_4Gs/
“How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.” ~Dr. Wayne Dyer
I was the quintessential late-bloomer, not hitting my growth spurt until my junior year of high school. I’m six feet tall now, but for all of middle school and the first half of high school, I was one of the shortest kids in the entire school.
Additionally, some thought I had a slight lisp. I was extremely self-conscious about it after a few people unkindly pointed it out to me. During my senior year I wore Invisalign braces, which corrected my teeth and improved by speech mannerisms, but for many years I was embarrassed about my pronunciation of certain words.
I was frequently bullied for how short I was and the way I spoke. Since I had low self-esteem already, I felt like I was fundamentally flawed and unworthy as a person. It’s safe to say high school was an extremely difficult time.
When I went to a small liberal arts school called McDaniel College down in Westminster, Maryland, I was ready to start over. I was especially looking forward to meeting new people and leaving the days of being bullied behind. That’s when I met Tom (name changed to protect his privacy).
The Worst Bully I E…
Source http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/tinybuddha/~3/E7BD_vcCYeA/
“Never apologize for showing your feelings. Never regret being who you truly are.” ~Unknown
Ever felt like a square peg in a round hole? A fish out of water? A knife in a fork drawer?
That was me growing up.
On an emotional scale of one to ten (where one is cold and ten is super-sensitive), I hovered between seven and nine on any given day. The rest of my family resided around four.
As a result, I spent a large part of my youth feeling disconnected. An outsider. Alone.
As the youngest sibling, I was always the last in line, which meant getting the dregs of the pudding. The hand-me-down clothing. Cold bathwater.
But that’s how it rolls in families. Age carries authority. I accepted this as just how it was.
I grew up and started finding my voice, embracing my emotions, and having opinions.
It wasn’t really a shock when no one listened or took notice. They wrote me off as oversensitive and dramatic, which I’d come to believe was true. And that’s when I started apologizing—for my opinions, for my moods, for just being me.
After all, I was young and desperately wanted to fit in and be accepted.
I was the anomal…
Source http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/tinybuddha/~3/E7BD_vcCYeA/
“Never apologize for showing your feelings. Never regret being who you truly are.” ~Unknown
Ever felt like a square peg in a round hole? A fish out of water? A knife in a fork drawer?
That was me growing up.
On an emotional scale of one to ten (where one is cold and ten is super-sensitive), I hovered between seven and nine on any given day. The rest of my family resided around four.
As a result, I spent a large part of my youth feeling disconnected. An outsider. Alone.
As the youngest sibling, I was always the last in line, which meant getting the dregs of the pudding. The hand-me-down clothing. Cold bathwater.
But that’s how it rolls in families. Age carries authority. I accepted this as just how it was.
I grew up and started finding my voice, embracing my emotions, and having opinions.
It wasn’t really a shock when no one listened or took notice. They wrote me off as oversensitive and dramatic, which I’d come to believe was true. And that’s when I started apologizing—for my opinions, for my moods, for just being me.
After all, I was young and desperately wanted to fit in and be accepted.
I was the anomal…
Source http://www.niashanks.com/disliking-body-part-of-being-woman/
I hope you don’t have the slightest clue what I’m talking about here. In fact, I’d rather you think I’m a bit wonky. But, sadly, many will understand all too well the story below.
“No, seriously. What would you change?”
She didn’t believe me when I said I wouldn’t change or “fix” any part of my body. “Years ago, I could have rattled off a list of things I hated about my body and would change in an instant if given the opportunity, without hesitating. But not now. I refuse to take part in something that would serve no purpose other than making me feel terrible about myself.”
We live in a culture that encourages women to always be on some “self-improvement” journey with our bodies. We should never be satisfied. If we lost a lot of weight and improved our health, we couldn’t stop there. No, we’d have to find the next thing to “fix.” Maybe you can style your hair different, or perhaps you can work on decreasing the appearance of your cellulite or, hey, you know your butt could be perkier. And as we get older, we need to fight the aging process relent…
Source http://www.niashanks.com/disliking-body-part-of-being-woman/
I hope you don’t have the slightest clue what I’m talking about here. In fact, I’d rather you think I’m a bit wonky. But, sadly, many will understand all too well the story below.
“No, seriously. What would you change?”
She didn’t believe me when I said I wouldn’t change or “fix” any part of my body. “Years ago, I could have rattled off a list of things I hated about my body and would change in an instant if given the opportunity, without hesitating. But not now. I refuse to take part in something that would serve no purpose other than making me feel terrible about myself.”
We live in a culture that encourages women to always be on some “self-improvement” journey with our bodies. We should never be satisfied. If we lost a lot of weight and improved our health, we couldn’t stop there. No, we’d have to find the next thing to “fix.” Maybe you can style your hair different, or perhaps you can work on decreasing the appearance of your cellulite or, hey, you know your butt could be perkier. And as we get older, we need to fight the aging process relent…
Source http://www.thefitbits.com/2017/04/birthday-bike-rides-and-spring-training.html
I’m 31 today guys. Thirty bloody one.
That means I’m definitely a proper adult by now, right? Oh God I really don’t feel like one. I remember when I was a kid, looking at my Dad (hero) in his mid 30s thinking Christ that’s old, I’ve got ages until I get there.
I honestly thought that by the time I hit my 30s something would click and suddenly I’d be a responsible grown up, with a house, kids and husband, a good job and a pot of savings to whip out for loft conversions or new boilers or whatever these adults spend their hard earned money on these days.
Probably not *another* bike, right?
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNXh1uJkaKY/WPfbMMrsaJI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/2qsMxbaJeTsBg30Wxg6qnrnP4hIq_pFAQCK4B/s1600/FitBits%2B%257C%2BCycling%2Bthe%2BSouth%2BDowns%2BWay%2BLewes%2B-%2BBrighton%2Bfitness%2Bblogger%2BTess%2BAgnew…
Source http://www.thefitbits.com/2017/04/birthday-bike-rides-and-spring-training.html
I’m 31 today guys. Thirty bloody one.
That means I’m definitely a proper adult by now, right? Oh God I really don’t feel like one. I remember when I was a kid, looking at my Dad (hero) in his mid 30s thinking Christ that’s old, I’ve got ages until I get there.
I honestly thought that by the time I hit my 30s something would click and suddenly I’d be a responsible grown up, with a house, kids and husband, a good job and a pot of savings to whip out for loft conversions or new boilers or whatever these adults spend their hard earned money on these days.
Probably not *another* bike, right?
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNXh1uJkaKY/WPfbMMrsaJI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/2qsMxbaJeTsBg30Wxg6qnrnP4hIq_pFAQCK4B/s1600/FitBits%2B%257C%2BCycling%2Bthe%2BSouth%2BDowns%2BWay%2BLewes%2B-%2BBrighton%2Bfitness%2Bblogger%2BTess%2BAgnew…
Source https://www.nerdfitness.com/blog/a-nerds-guide-to-mindfulness/
This is an article from Team NF’s Mental Health Professional (and father of 3), Dan Schmidt.
Ever heard of “living in the moment,” been told to “stop and smell the roses,” or to just “go with the flow”?
Nothing but a bunch of tired clichés, constantly reworded slightly to clog up our Instagram and Facebook feeds by old acquaintances and weird relatives, right?
Perhaps, but there may be much more to these trite sayings than we think.
Do you ever pause a video game in the middle of a crucial point or battle just so you can “gather your thoughts” and “calm your nerves”? Just silencing your mind and focusing for a brief moment can really help you out.
You may not know it, but in a situation like this, you’ve just practiced something called “mindfulness,” a mental technique which enables you to handle problems better and reduce stress through balancing your emotions and mind.
Mindfulness is all the rage at the moment, but is it simply a cleverly marketed fad fuelled by hashtags and dodgy life coaches, or something that can perhaps help us on our quest to level up our lives?
So, if you don’t mind (get it?), let’s find out.
What the hell is mindfulness?
<img class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-1925651" src="https://www.nerdfitness.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/homer_astronaut-713×476.jpg" alt="" width=…
Source https://www.nerdfitness.com/blog/a-nerds-guide-to-mindfulness/
This is an article from Team NF’s Mental Health Professional (and father of 3), Dan Schmidt.
Ever heard of “living in the moment,” been told to “stop and smell the roses,” or to just “go with the flow”?
Nothing but a bunch of tired clichés, constantly reworded slightly to clog up our Instagram and Facebook feeds by old acquaintances and weird relatives, right?
Perhaps, but there may be much more to these trite sayings than we think.
Do you ever pause a video game in the middle of a crucial point or battle just so you can “gather your thoughts” and “calm your nerves”? Just silencing your mind and focusing for a brief moment can really help you out.
You may not know it, but in a situation like this, you’ve just practiced something called “mindfulness,” a mental technique which enables you to handle problems better and reduce stress through balancing your emotions and mind.
Mindfulness is all the rage at the moment, but is it simply a cleverly marketed fad fuelled by hashtags and dodgy life coaches, or something that can perhaps help us on our quest to level up our lives?
So, if you don’t mind (get it?), let’s find out.
What the hell is mindfulness?
<img class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-1925651" src="https://www.nerdfitness.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/homer_astronaut-713×476.jpg" alt="" width=…
Source http://www.sonima.com/fitness/email-apnea/
Stressed, seated, and staring at a screen. Sound familiar? If this is you right now—as well as most people you know—then you’ll want to keep reading. While last year’s standing desk craze may have alerted you to the dangers of sitting all day, every day, we have some more news for you: Being sendentary isn’t the worst of it.
You know that stress is unhealthy, sitting wreaks havoc on your posture, and the bright screen light can disrupt your sleep. None of this is good, but possibly even more serious is the sensation that you sometimes get at your desk when it feels like your head is underwater. Why do you feel like you’re drowning? Because, in a sense, you are.
“Email apnea” is a term credited to former Apple exec Linda Stone. Just like it’s better-known bedtime counterpart, sleep apnea, the term describes prolonged periods where you go without breathing—you hold your breath without realizing it—while at your desk or at work. And just as sleep apnea is under-diagnosed, email apnea may be a lot more prevalent than you think.
In fact, <a href=…
Source http://www.sonima.com/fitness/email-apnea/
Stressed, seated, and staring at a screen. Sound familiar? If this is you right now—as well as most people you know—then you’ll want to keep reading. While last year’s standing desk craze may have alerted you to the dangers of sitting all day, every day, we have some more news for you: Being sendentary isn’t the worst of it.
You know that stress is unhealthy, sitting wreaks havoc on your posture, and the bright screen light can disrupt your sleep. None of this is good, but possibly even more serious is the sensation that you sometimes get at your desk when it feels like your head is underwater. Why do you feel like you’re drowning? Because, in a sense, you are.
“Email apnea” is a term credited to former Apple exec Linda Stone. Just like it’s better-known bedtime counterpart, sleep apnea, the term describes prolonged periods where you go without breathing—you hold your breath without realizing it—while at your desk or at work. And just as sleep apnea is under-diagnosed, email apnea may be a lot more prevalent than you think.
In fact, <a href=…
Source http://www.theminimalists.com/p070/
By Joshua Fields Millburn & Ryan Nicodemus · Follow: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram
In this episode of The Minimalists Podcast, Joshua & Ryan discuss the best ways to handle clutter, and they answer the following questions:
- I’ve minimized my possessions to only those things that add value to my life and that bring me joy, but my space still feels cluttered—what do I do next?
- What should I do with all the books and papers I accumulated as I was earning my college degree?
- How do I deal with the clutter of my partner?
Stream
Subscribe
iTunes · Google…
Source http://www.theminimalists.com/p070/
By Joshua Fields Millburn & Ryan Nicodemus · Follow: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram
In this episode of The Minimalists Podcast, Joshua & Ryan discuss the best ways to handle clutter, and they answer the following questions:
- I’ve minimized my possessions to only those things that add value to my life and that bring me joy, but my space still feels cluttered—what do I do next?
- What should I do with all the books and papers I accumulated as I was earning my college degree?
- How do I deal with the clutter of my partner?
Stream
Subscribe
iTunes · Google…
Source http://www.sonima.com/yoga/yoga-and-climbing/
As a child, before I ever scaled a cliff, I often dreamt about rock climbing. Holding onto a vertical rock face, I would slowly, and methodically, make my way toward an ever-receding peak. Every move suspended me between overwhelming fear and a profound calm. Sometimes there was music—a gentle melody looping around my mind—and, other times, only agonizing silence. I vividly recall the exposure and the solitude. Sometimes, those dreams would feel like storybook magic, where my limbs moved effortlessly through nature. Other times, they were nightmares where I’d slip and fall.
I started climbing in the early 90’s in Tucson, Arizona, where it was largely a male-dominated sport, and traditional climbing (trad climbing) was considered the “only” climbing style. Sport climbing was relatively new and viewed with bewilderment or outright suspicion. The “scene” was essentially an underground activity practiced by those living on society’s fringes. Driving an hour, or so, out of town and hiking to granite crags in the middle of nowhere to spend hours hanging off the side of a cliff with virtual strangers never felt particularly comfortable. After a couple years, I gave it up, although I still yearned for a physical activity that also captivated and challenged my mind. I eventually found this in Ashtanga.
Source http://www.sonima.com/yoga/yoga-and-climbing/
As a child, before I ever scaled a cliff, I often dreamt about rock climbing. Holding onto a vertical rock face, I would slowly, and methodically, make my way toward an ever-receding peak. Every move suspended me between overwhelming fear and a profound calm. Sometimes there was music—a gentle melody looping around my mind—and, other times, only agonizing silence. I vividly recall the exposure and the solitude. Sometimes, those dreams would feel like storybook magic, where my limbs moved effortlessly through nature. Other times, they were nightmares where I’d slip and fall.
I started climbing in the early 90’s in Tucson, Arizona, where it was largely a male-dominated sport, and traditional climbing (trad climbing) was considered the “only” climbing style. Sport climbing was relatively new and viewed with bewilderment or outright suspicion. The “scene” was essentially an underground activity practiced by those living on society’s fringes. Driving an hour, or so, out of town and hiking to granite crags in the middle of nowhere to spend hours hanging off the side of a cliff with virtual strangers never felt particularly comfortable. After a couple years, I gave it up, although I still yearned for a physical activity that also captivated and challenged my mind. I eventually found this in Ashtanga.
