At my house, our french press requires 8 tablespoons of whole coffee beans for the perfect brew.
A few weeks ago, I swapped out my tablespoon for a 1/2 cup. This brought the required number of coffee bean scoops down from eight to one (because 8 tablespoons = 1/2 cup).
Boom. The next few days I cruised through the . . .
A birthday note to my sister
My sister just turned 26. Below is the birthday card that I wrote for her (shared with permission!).
At the end of the card, I offer this wish:
Let that little light of yours shine.
Keep your loves in order.
And don’t apologize to anyone about it.
When I write, I am often writing to/for myself as much as . . .
The concept is extremely simple:
It is a free email in your inbox each morning with 1 bodyweight workout that takes 29 minutes or less.
The workouts are designed so you can do them no matter your level or prior experience, and you . . .
Life in the Age of Collective ADD
Beep. Our phones wake us up with their little alarms. How useful that our phones have alarms, right? One less thing to buy.
We grab the phone. We look at it, because it’s in our hand.
Ooooh, new notifications. A text. Some breaking news about Trump or Russia or sexual predators or something. A reminder about that meeting . . .
“What you reveal, you heal.”
The current president embodies a lot of ugly qualities. Jay-Z knows that. But he also knows that there are two sides to every coin.
“The great thing about Donald Trump being . . .
Today is December 1st. That means 2018 is just one month away.
Companies have already begun, or finished, their 2018 strategic plans and budgets.
Politicians are laying the groundwork for their 2018 campaigns.
Gyms have their January marketing plans ready to rock.
So have you started . . .
The power of engaging with one thing at a time
The other day I was in the middle of emptying the dishwasher, and my phone buzzed.
I checked it, and there was a request for information.
I walked over to my desk to look up the information and sent it over.
Then I happened to see a new email. I read it and began to think about my reply.
I looked over and saw my journal, . . .