Accio Inspiration Part II

In my last post, I told you that some days, I wish I could just cast the “Accio” charm and make inspiration come to me. I have been dedicated solely to writing for almost two months now. On the days where I do not write because-simply put-nothing comes out, I usually feel frustrated and annoyed with myself. Sometimes, I even feel lazy.

Those days (our blank days) are just reminders to pay close attention to our surroundings. Recently I have needed to remind myself that blank days exist for a reason. Without blank days, we would miss so much! Those days are needed to dig deeper, to run faster, to hug tighter, and especially to listen attentively.

Let me tell you a story about one of my most “uninspired” days. One that I know I will never forget. First a little back story. In 2017, I was working in Mexico. A senior finance leader was visiting our office, and I gave him a presentation about our most pressing financial issues. He liked it so much that he personally invited me to go to India to share the same presentation in a global workshop.
I’ll admit (with shame), I was not thrilled at all about the invitation. I knew it was a fantastic opportunity, but personally, it was not great timing. My boss basically told me I couldn’t say no, so I half-hearted agreed. The visa and travel process had lots of hiccups, which did not help with my general feeling about the trip. After traveling for more than a day and having a no-sleep night, I was feeling extremely irritated while waiting for the taxi that would take me from the hotel to the workshop venue.

While waiting, I felt moody, tired, uninspired. I felt blank. The last thing I wanted to do was to spend 8 hours talking about Finance issues. All of a sudden, a very smiley young man approached me. He completely changed my (uninspired) day. The following story takes place in a taxi:

Short Story: Muti

M: “Hi, what is your name?”
Taxi Driver: “Muti, ma’am.”
M: “My name is Marcela.”
M: “Do you like working in Chennai?”
Muti: Chennai, sand, and tropic. Chennai really good.”
M: “Are you from Chennai?”
Muti: “No, ma’am, village.”
M: “Where do you like the most? Chennai or village?”
Muti: “Chennai, work. Village, family. Village always best.”

The feeling of belonging and family is universal. My conversation with Muti was the best way to start my day. It made me miss my village very much.

I wrote above in my phone seconds after Muti left me at the office stairs. I wanted to remember the exact conversation. The reason why I did not want to go on this trip had to do with the dates clashing with a trip to Honduras to visit my family. With his raw and simple answers, Muti described precisely what I was feeling. We were two foreigners working while missing our family; the only difference was that Muti was enjoying the sand and tropic, and that felt like a slap. That conversation changed my day; it completely changed that trip for me.

Listening has power. Listening is inspiration in its purest forms. We need those blank days; we need them to do less and listen more. Eventually, inspiration will come, and when inspiration comes by, grab it and act on it.

Are you feeling uninspired today? But that’s not the right question, is it? This is: Are you listening?

M.

Accio Inspiration Part I

Accio is a word from the Harry Potter world. It is used as a charm that summons an object towards the caster. For it to work, the object must be clear in the caster’s mind before trying to summon it.

When it comes to inspiration, more often than not, I feel like a caster. I find myself continually looking for sources of inspiration and actively calling for it. Recently I have been focusing (and slightly obsessing) about the concept rather than the sources.

The word inspiration comes from the Latin word: inspirare, which was first defined as divine guidance. If you google its meaning, inspiration now is defined as the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, especially to do something creative. A second meaning describes it as a sudden brilliant or timely idea. Inspiration is usually linked to creativity and credibility.

The Collins English Dictionary defines inspiration as a feeling of enthusiasm you get from someone or something, which gives you new and creative ideas. This is my favorite definition so far. I have many thoughts (some contradicting ones) about inspiration, its concept, sources and meanings. What I know for sure is that I feel the happiest when I feel inspired.

Somedays, I wish that inspiration could just be summoned with a simple spell. “Accio inspiration,” Ta-ra! She instantly writes 20 pages. It would be awesome, right?

It is definitely not my intention to bore you with a post about inspiration, that would be just plain ironic.

Let me stop myself and ask you: what is your personal meaning of inspiration? What inspires you?

More thoughts coming on Part II.

Thank you for reading me,
M.

Recent Inspiration Source: Casa Batlló, modernist building designed by Gaudí in Barcelona.

About the rush, whirlwinds and taking a “writer’s day”…

This particular post has been circling my mind for the past week and a half. It has been hard to organize my thoughts and put these reflections in writing.

Every time I work on a post, I try my best to tell a story. My preferred tone is the one that sounds like if we were having a conversation. Conversations sometimes flow quite eloquently. Other times there is rambling, circling back and over explanations involved; at least in my perspective, the latter does not make conversations less profound or less interesting.

So, if you encounter some rambling and over explanations next, please bear with me.

A couple of weeks ago, I found myself tackling my new writing routine (which I am very proud of), more or less like a To-Do List. It reminded me of how I would approach my day at my sales job. Have too much coffee early in the morning, go for a run, take a shower, look into emails, call to confirm meetings, go to meetings, recap meetings, eat, sometimes reflect, repeat.

My last two previous jobs required an extremely high sense of urgency. When working in operations execution and then in front line sales, I needed a high-intensity form of energy to tackle the day. A rush. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the rush. I lived for the rush. To me, that rush meant I cared and that I was doing my absolute best.

If you are familiar with the 4DX concept (Four Disciplines of Execution by McChesney, Covey and Huling); you know that one of the greatest enemies of achieving our wildly important goals is being caught up permanently in the whirlwind. The whirlwind meaning, everything that is urgent but not necessarily important; emails, non-purposeful meetings, etc.,

At my previous jobs, the real challenge was cruising the whirlwind. The real challenge was focusing on what was really important, slowing down and making time to reflect and think beyond.

The rush approach was my way of managing the whirlwind first to have time to reflect and focus on the important. Acting on the whirlwind, not just withstanding it, is necessary. Reflection and thinking beyond are critical in any job, but when you are a middle manager or a front-line salesperson, so is answering the phone to your customers.

When I found myself taking the rush approach in my writing routine, it just felt off. It was not related to the quality of the output. I was writing, it was good writing (I think!) but the how felt off. I was not mindful of the process; I was not cruising the inspiration wave. It was like having a list: have too much coffee, take a cool photo for Em’s Instagram, run, think about ideas for the blog, write blog, work on book.

After this realization, I thought: “Wow, so I don’t have a whirlwind anymore”. But that first thought was wrong. I do have a whirlwind, a different one. My job now requires a more meditative type of energy, but the challenge now is how to resist being caught up permanently in this serene approach. To resist for it to become so serene that is never transformed in some sort of rush to actually create an output.

I genuinely believe that mindfully cruising the inspiration wave is needed. I truly believe that looking actively for inspiration and surrendering to it is part of the job of the writer, but so is writing.

I’m grateful that I learned about whirlwinds and of wildly important goals. I’m grateful for the power I have found in reflection. Everyone at any job needs some kind of rush, days of high-intensity energy. Everyone also needs days to nurture inspiration through reflection and serenity, my type of “writer’s day”.

Do you agree with above? Entirely, partly? Any suggestions or different approaches?

Thanks for reading me,

M.

Em’s Extras! October 18th

What does a nerdy (but super useful) tool, Nordic Art and fear have in common?

They are part of this week’s: Em’s Extras!

Grammarly: It is an app that automatically detects potential grammar, spelling, punctuation, word choice, and style mistakes in writing. It offers grammar and spelling check products as well as plagiarism detection. Apparently, you can connect it to practically everything, even your email, Facebook, Linkedin, and WhatsApp. It is super easy to use, and the free version is quite complete. I am currently considering buying the premium version as I am using it solely for my book.

https://app.grammarly.com

SMK: it is the National Gallery of Denmark, located in Copenhagen. If you are into museums and enjoy the art just as much as “hanging” out inside them, this place is for you and me! The European art collection is magnificent (Picasso, Matisse, Rembrandt, and Nordic Art at its best). The museum is not too overwhelming, you can make a 2-3 hours decent tour. It has great spaces to read, write, or just be, as well as a cozy cafe area.

https://www.smk.dk/en/

Ted Talk, Why you should define your fears instead of your goals by Tim Ferriss: I have been reading a lot about fear lately, as part of research for my book. I found this talk very compelling and the approach to be extra-interesting. 

Wishing you a fearless weekend free of unintentional grammar mistakes and moments worthy of museum walls,

M.

Riddles & Explanations

It has been surprisingly difficult to process the fact that I completed a marathon. Part of me even feels we did not celebrate properly; it feels like it didn’t actually sink in.

In the past few days, I have kept repeating myself: “Yes, you ran 42 kilometers, yes, you finished the race”. I remember that days before and after September 8th (the day of the race), I had many ideas circling my mind of what wanted to share and how I wanted to tell the story.

Those ideas are blurry now. Between the blurriness and debating about the timing of this post (it’s been a month now), my conclusion did not surprise me. Maybe if I write about it feels real, perhaps if I write about it, I will finally believe it.

One of my favorite analogies is one used by Gilbert Keith Chesterton is his essay, “An Essay on Two Cities.” The author feels one city is a riddle, and the other is an explanation. The essay’s topic is much more than that, but I just love how the terms of riddle and explanation are used.

The analogy instantly resonated, and it made me think that this is how life works.

Life gives us riddles regularly. These riddles can come in the form of personal issues, stressful puzzles at work, unanswered questions, and mysteries hidden in our routines. Sometimes it seems that life even throws brainteasers at us, just to make sure we are paying attention.

But life also gives us explanations. I get chills just thinking about the explanations and their power. Sunsets, cities, wow-moments, the laughter of our loved ones, a sincere hug, a book, praise, a conversation that just clicks, snow, a long summer day, learning something new or seeing something or someone for the first time.

The marathon experience was one of my life explanations. It represented the certitude that good things take time, commitment, tremendous effort, and sometimes many tries. The marathon experience was a validation that patience is needed, but also conviction and that as in life, every individual pace is different, what really counts, is to cross the finish the line.

Riddles are food for our minds, explanations are food for our souls.

Today, pay attention to your explanations and not just the riddles.

M.

Em’s Extras! October 11th

A dear friend suggested that I should try sharing the topics or things that are catching my attention in a particular week in the form of a newsletter or list. Really liked the idea and have been thinking since, about the best way to do it. Welcome to the first edition of Em’s Extras.

Every Friday, I will be sharing, books, podcasts, Ted Talks, articles and some random stuff that I consider extra-inspiring, extra-interesting, extra-wow, extra-cool, extra-ordinary or just extra-extra.

4 extras this week, take a look!

Melinda Gates: I knew who she was of course; however, until recently I learnt about her powerful vision towards eradicating diseases through her foundation. She has some solid perspectives about contraceptives, world health and taxation. If this catches your eye, suggest watching “My Next Guest Needs No Introduction with David Letterman” Season 2, Episode 4 in Netflix. Planning to buy her book: The Moment of Lift.

Oprah’s Super Soul Conversations: in my daily search for inspiration, found this podcast series in Spotify. Interesting short podcasts about various life topics, there are many featuring writers from Malcolm Gladwell to Elizabeth Gilbert to Cheryl Strayed.

Shonda Rhimes’ Ted Talk: this Ted Talk was extra-wow; very inspiring and in your face. It’s from 2016 but still very relevant. https://www.ted.com/talks/shonda_rhimes_my_year_of_saying_yes_to_everything?language=en

Re-reading Harry Potter: not sure if it is because I am turning 30 soon or going to Scotland at the end of October; but to me when it comes to Harry Potter, the answer all the time is: A L W A Y S.

Have an extra-ordinary end of the week,

M.

Chapters: Life and Written Ones

Copenhagen, Denmark has been our home for three weeks now. We have done a lot, but mostly we have learned a lot. I have learned a lot-about the city, hygge, the dynamics of living here and about myself.

Last week I finished the third chapter of my non-fiction book. This book is my main project for the next 11 months; it is a compilation of ten long essays about fear. Each essay is a chapter, so even though the first-three chapters are still in draft mode, it feels like such as an accomplishment. (!) Last month, I only had the prologue, one chapter half-done and ideas for the other two chapters scattered around my laptop, three notebooks, a Starbucks receipt and conversations with my boyfriend.

Copenhagen has felt as a very powerful new chapter of life, one that requires adjustments not just in perspectives and ways of doing things but in routines. Routine-wise, I feel I am getting closer to nailing not the perfect routine; but an ideal one. One, consistent enough to be results-oriented, but flexible enough to nourish creativity.

As part of that routine; I have defined my October goals:

  • Finish at least one more chapter.
  • Organize 2-3 reading parties. (More to come about this)
  • Post at least 2 blogs per week. (Incl. Em’s Extras, more to come about this too!)
  • Read one book per week and share the review in Em’s IG account. (@emandtheshelf)
  • Start running training plan. (10K Race in December).
  • Organize Edinburgh trip. (30th birthday celebration!)

This week I will start working on the fourth chapter of my book and in the rest of my October goals.

New chapters are always exciting; written ones or life ones. Do you have any new chapters starting soon?

Thank you for reading me,

M.

Embracing Hygge Part II

While searching for my ideal routine, I took a run/walk mid-morning last week. It was around 11:00 a.m. and the day could only be described as beautifully grey. Near our home there is a lake with a one-mile loop, it has quickly become one of my favorite spots to run, walk or read.

That morning I saw a swan and automatically stopped to take a picture. It instantly made me think of the Swan Princess, of Derek and Odette. It surprised me that I remembered the names, I then remembered that growing up I was obsessed with the movie and with the princess turning into a swan. I told myself, I really like swans and took a couple more pictures.

My mind flooded with random thoughts about swans, the phrase if you are a bird, I am bird; Ryan Gosling (not as Noah, but as Seb) and the name Derek. I also told myself, that I really like the name Derek; but that Derek Araujo sounded off, so it was not a name option for any future child.

I am not rambling. I have an actual point.

A sudden and very powerful thought kicked the swan, birds and all the names out of my mind. With this new thought, came another name: Guilt. I started thinking about the fact that I was standing taking pictures of swans at 11:00 a.m. on a Thursday. I felt guilty. It was the first time in a month, that the words: “I should be working” came to mind. It pains me to admit it, I even felt ridiculous.

Thankfully, I came to my senses, rather quickly. This also surprised me. I started telling myself, almost out loud: “No, you will not do this to yourself. You are to feel grateful, nothing else.”

Yes, grateful that I was standing outside on this beautiful day at 11:00 a.m. on a Thursday watching swans. Grateful that I am living in this lovely city and that our apartment is close to a lake.

Grateful that well-being means running around 8:00 a.m., writing between 9:00 to 3:00 and taking an afternoon walk. Grateful that Wednesdays, are now my days to explore libraries and write outside.

Grateful that after 15 years, I can (really) experiment with my routine. Grateful that I had time to read 3 books in a week, grateful that I have a solid financial plan for the next year and grateful for the little poem that was already creeping in my mind about swans, bikes and grey skies. I promise, I did not meant for the last sentence to rhyme.

Grateful for a new story and its main character, Derek. Grateful for contentment and inspiration. Grateful to have the time to admire a swan.

And grateful for you, for reading me.

M.

Embracing Hygge-Part I

I can officially say that my new home (since last week, actually) is the lovely Scandinavian city of Copenhagen. Capital to Denmark, the city sits on the coastal islands of Zealand and Amager.

Aside from the ultra-brief geography lesson you just read above, this is what I have discovered and learnt so far:

  1. Danes really walk the talk in terms of environment and sustainability. (I have 2 pages of notes regarding waste disposal.) It made me realize how little I knew or did, before.
  2. This is the Mecca of coffee shops.
  3. Hygge is a real thing. (Keep reading!)

If you read my last blog post, you know that my grandpa passed two weeks ago. Truth be told, haven’t felt completely like me since then.

Reading has always been a form of sadness management for me. It is quite odd, but I have come to realize that I tend to read way more when I am sad. I guess it could be described as a form of escape, but to me it’s more a form of comfort, more like medicine, than anything else.

In my search for comfort, for the past 2 weeks I have been reading a lot about Hygge (huːɡə/ HOO-gə). If you search the word in Wikipedia, it reads, Danish word for a mood of coziness and comfortable conviviality with feelings of wellness and contentment.

I instantly loved the concept, what’s not to love about it? (I cannot pronounce it, but I love it) It speaks about well-being, comfort, joy and togetherness. Some sources even speculate that the word comes from “hug”. The concept of hygge involves not only feelings but everyday elements that help evoke those feelings.

I am no expert and don’t expect to be, but in the spirit of hygge I have been trying to focus in my well-being. Right now, to me “well-being” means finding my routine in the new city and in my writing.

I will be experimenting with some routines this week and sharing about them.

Hope you read Part II,

M.

If you are interested in the Hygge theory, this book is lovely: The Little Book of Hygge by Meik Wiking.

If you are interested in a hyggy-novel, this story is charming and a fast, cozy-fall read: The Little Café in Copenhagen by Julie Caplin.

My Morrie’s last Tuesday

What book would you take to a deserted island? Or, if you were forced to read only one book for the rest of your life, what would it be? My answer to these questions till the end of my time would be: Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom.

Tuesdays with Morrie is a beautifully written memoir about visits the author made to his former college professor were they discussed a broad array of topics from compassionate to family, to death and love.

My grandfather gave me this book more than 15 years ago, it resonated the first time I read it, and it still does. (I found myself re-reading it, at least once a year.) For 15 years, it has served as my personal time travel machine as it usually takes me back to conversations with my grandpa, Tata.

Tuesdays with Morrie, is simply formidable. It is a book that touches upon everything that is important. It is a fast read, a gift, a priority refresher and a hard slap in both cheeks.

Tata was my Morrie, he passed last Tuesday, September 10th, 2019. He passed serenely, my mother was with him. I still feel I have trouble breathing, it hit me that someone that had so much to do with who I am, is not around anymore.

Reflecting back, he is very much responsible for so many personality traits, hobbies and essence-elements of who I am. I felt speechless, word-less for many days, but now more than ever this journey makes even more sense to me. Life is now, life is today and we need to relentlessly pursue our dreams to make ourselves and the people we love, proud.

Tata with his forever love, my grandma circa 1962.

Tata was a good man, a great husband and dad; even a better grandpa. Growing up, he created a small world filled with books, word puzzles, magazines, music, history and stories, just for me. I love words, but while finding the right ones to explain his influence, I felt completely and utterly word-less.