The books that will move you, inspire you, make you cry, make you think, make you laugh. Are there any books that you would add?
Note for later
^^ (as above, for when i get out of my current dystopian phase. I’ve read The Hunger Games trilogy, the Divergent books, The Matched trilogy, The Delirium trilogy, the Uglies and currently reading Marie Lu’s Legend. Any recommendations for after those?)
Reblogging for future reference!
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one girl; too many degrees. the pursuit of life and a phd.
quick and dirty
• the quick and dirty
chronicles
• the quick and dirty
chronicles
YOU HAVE TO READ THIS
literally the funniest thing i have read in a REALLY long time. i sprayed spit all over my phone. i would rarely describe my laugh as a ‘guffaw’… but for real. guffawing to the max.
it’s basically the exact same experience i had with my first hot yoga class, minus the aggressive penis adjustments.
In my ongoing quest for the perfect framework for understanding haters, I created The Disapproval Matrix**. (With a deep bow to its inspiration.) This is one way to separate haterade from productive feedback. Here’s how the quadrants break down:
Critics: These are smart people who know something about your field. They are taking a hard look at your work and are not loving it. You’ll probably want to listen to what they have to say, and make some adjustments to your work based on their thoughtful comments.
Lovers: These people are invested in you and are also giving you negative but rational feedback because they want you to improve. Listen to them, too.
Frenemies: Ooooh, this quadrant is tricky. These people really know how to hurt you, because they know you personally or know your work pretty well. But at the end of the day, their criticism is not actually about your work—it’s about you personally. And they aren’t actually interested in a productive conversation that will result in you becoming better at what you do. They just wanna undermine you. Dishonorable mention goes to The Hater Within, aka the irrational voice inside you that says you suck, which usually falls into this quadrant. Tell all of these fools to sit down and shut up.
Haters: This is your garden-variety, often anonymous troll who wants to tear down everything about you for no rational reason. Folks in this quadrant are easy to write off because they’re counterproductive and you don’t even know them. Ignore! Engaging won’t make you any better at what you do. And then rest easy, because having haters is proof your work is finding a wide audience and is sparking conversation. Own it.
The general rule of thumb? When you receive negative feedback that falls into one of the top two quadrants—from experts or people who care about you who are engaging with and rationally critiquing your work—you should probably take their comments to heart. When you receive negative feedback that falls into the bottom two quadrants, you should just let it roll off your back and just keep doin’ you. If you need to amp yourself up about it, may I suggest this #BYEHATER playlist on Spotify? You’re welcome.
(via miss-malllla)
A maxi skirt is the legging of my spring.
April 8-14
M: am yoga + pm gym / T: yoga / W: gym / Th: am yoga + pm gym / F: all the work / Sa: am yoga / Su: all the hangover
“ … [H]ot yoga is the shit … [a]nd I managed to make it through a PhD dissertation and a job search in a jobless field with a minimum of stress and no significant breakdowns (a little white wine crying, no big). I feel confident and agile and powerful and ommm with little to no feelings of ridiculous.”
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Hot Yoga Changed My Life, Body, and Spirit Animal
Preach.
April 1-7
M: gym / T: yoga (integrated shooting back to plank from forward fold) / W: yoga (fell out of a baby crow, started to conceptualize how side crow works) Th: am yoga (new teacher, suffered a yoga wound) + pm gym / F: gym / S: MS Walk + gym / Su: 0
Yoga fail: when “floating” to the top of your mat to forward fold, try not the slice your wrist with your toenails. This is both gross and painful. Nothing like sweating into an open yoga wound for another 45 minutes. Salt in the wound. So literally.
Time to listen to my body and get a pedicure stat.
Getting pretty darn close to getting into crow. Close enough to fall out the second my legs get high enough off the ground, that is.
