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And our first Nudge of 3.0 is…

And our very first Nudge of 52Nudges 3.0 is…

Accessorize, Baby! 

Let’s dive right in.

Backstory: This Nudge was inspired by my need to clean out my closet, and by how much fun I had late in 52Nudges 2.0 when I played dress-up for a week. (Revisit that post here.) I also seriously need to break out of my rut of wearing workout clothes all day long. (Thanks again, COVID.)

I know I feel better when I look better, so this is encouragement to pull out the good jewelry, pretty scarves, and fancy shoes.

Nudging: Ignore the laundry

Backstory: Well, crap. I knew this was coming — heck, I created these nudges! — and have been dreading the day I would pull it from the bowl. That day has come.

This is included because over the past two years I’ve noticed I’ve been been saying more frequently “Laundry is my life.” Sorting, washing, drying, line-drying, ironing, folding, putting away…. It’s meant to be a joke, but it’s not so funny any more.

There was a small part of me that thought just now  “I have until noon — I can do just a few things (aka cheat) to get ahead of this.” But that defeats the purpose of the nudge, so here I go, starting now, I commit to ignoring the laundry for one week.

To keep myself honest, here’s a photo of the basket of clean laundry sitting next to my bed.

laundry before

If all goes well (haha), it will be right here seven days from now. Impossible to know if I’m doing myself a favor or creating a massive headache for myself for next Sunday.

 

Nudged: Have lunch outside

Backstory: I have such good intentions, but then so often I’m “too busy”. This nudge is about shaking up the routine.

After I pulled this nudge this morning, I thought about my options. The obvious choice for me is to head to the backyard (I work from home even when we aren’t sheltering-in-place). Back in my corporate days, I would find a place to sit in a courtyard, near a fountain, perhaps. In a perfect world, of course, I’d find a pretty spot in a park or on the beach.

Speaking of the sheltering-in-place, my husband and I got creative when we wanted to get out. A few times we picked up sandwiches to go, found a spot with a view of the Pacific Ocean, and had a “picnic” in the car. This would fulfill this nudge too.

If none of the above work, at the very least, I can open a window.

Hope you can get out this week.

What Happened: The day started like so many others. I faced a long to do list of work, household, and personal projects. I ate breakfast while standing at the kitchen counter and multitasking. In between nibbles and sips, I emptied and reloaded the dishwasher, fed the dog, checked the headlines, planned the menu for dinner, made mental notes about this ‘n’ that….

As lunch time came (and whooshed by), I was tempted to do more of the same…until I remembered this nudge. I put my food on a real plate and headed to the cute little bistro table in my backyard.

For a few minutes I allowed myself to stop and enjoy an unrushed meal.

lunch outside 2020

The Ah-Hahs: Though it was fairly uninspired menu of leftovers, I actually tasted and enjoyed my food. I slowed my breathing. I listened to the birds and felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. I read a few pages of a novel. I thought about things other than the afternoon’s deadlines.

Specifically, I brought back memories of the days when most of my meals were taken outside. (Granted, that was when I lived in Southern California and the weather cooperated.) I routinely started the day with a cup of tea on the front porch. Lunch on the back patio. Dinner under the blooming crepe myrtle tree.

One of my favorite annual events was what I called the French Picnic. I invited a handful of friends over, asking each to bring a Francophile dish. Champagne, tarts, freshly baked bread, seasonal fruits, and simple proteins appeared. We dragged my full-size dining table into the front yard and covered it with the cloth from Provence and small vases filled with lavender. We shared the food, we shared stories. We shared our lives.

Over these past few months, as we’ve practiced strict social distancing, conversations with family and friends have included the question: “What do you want to do most when this is over?”

I finally have my answer.

Nudging: Have lunch outside

Backstory: I have such good intentions, but then so often I’m “too busy”. This nudge is about shaking up the routine.

After I pulled this nudge this morning, I thought about my options. The obvious choice for me is to head to the backyard (I work from home even when we aren’t sheltering-in-place). Back in my corporate days, I would find a place to sit in a courtyard, near a fountain, perhaps. In a perfect world, of course, I’d find a pretty spot in a park or on the beach.

Speaking of the sheltering-in-place, my husband and I got creative when we wanted to get out. A few times we picked up sandwiches to go, found a spot with a view, and had a “picnic” in the car. This would fulfill this nudge too.

If none of the above work, at the very least, I can open a window.

Hope you can get out this week.

Nudging: Do something I hate

Backstory: “Hate”? Really? Such a strong term. I can think of things I dislike doing, but this seems a bit much.

I looked back at my notes from when I was putting together my list and confirmed this nudge was designed to push me way out of my comfort zone. In part, it’s designed to get me to do something that has been on my to do list forever, and for whatever reason has been put off. Like catching up on the mending (ugh) or weeding the backyard (which looks like a jungle after all the great rain we had earlier this month). Or–and this is a biggie–have new headshots taken. These days, I do not like having my photo taken. At all. Because I am pretty much not happy with how I look. At all.

Maybe there’s something in that last statement I can work with.

How will you nudge yourself this week?

 

 

Nudging: Get to know one great female artist

Backstory: I don’t recall what originally inspired this nudge. Maybe it had to do with wanting to look outside my comfort zone for creative inspiration. Now that I think about it, I recently encouraged a client, who was experiencing some burnout, to take a break from writing writing writing! He had fallen into a rut of forcing himself to churn out pages or a set word count, so I suggested he go to a museum and take in some visual art for a change. Or just get outside and take in some natural beauty. He reported back that he returned to his desk with renewed energy and ideas for his work. Huzzah!

So maybe this week I’ll wander a local museum and stop whenever I’m attracted to something. Or maybe I’ll check out some books about an artist or school of artists from the library.

I do need to acknowledge this nudge is not about revisiting my favorites (Monet, pretty much all the Impressionists) and focusing on female artists. As I think on this, I’m leaning toward getting to know a new-to-me visual artist, but for you it could be a musician, actor, or other entertainer. Or a poet, essayist, or novelist.

Have fun with this!

52+: On Going Gray–and Owning It

If you’ve spent any time in 52Nudges, you know that I am a huge fan of people who summon up their courage and create changes in their lives.

Suszi McFadden is one of those brave people I’ve been watching quietly from the sidelines for a while. Full disclosure, we’ve been friends since the early 1980s, a friendship that has grown closer now that we are adults and live about an hour apart. Leaving a corporate career to go out on her own as a photographer was a big step she took several years ago, and it’s been exciting to watch her succeed. But it was her decision recently to ditch the hair color and allow her natural gray* to grow in that held my fascination. Would she stick to it? Would she wear it well? If she can do it, can I…?

To get my answers, I nudged myself to “Interview someone I admire”.

Suszi is about two years into the transformation process. “I am loving the gray!” she told me. “I want it to gray faster!”

Suszi began coloring her hair when she was 16. “It was my form of creative expression,” she said. “I did the ’80s right, from perms to seven colors of shadow on my eyelids—at one time. Do you remember my brush with a ‘Flock of Seagulls’ haircut?” she said with a laugh. “Yeah, that was BAD!”

Over the past few decades, she has tried on every shade of red, from copper to burgundy, and had “one ill-fated dance with blonde”. After “one complete disaster doing it on my own”, in which a peroxide accident left her with a skunk stripe and leopard spots, she committed to paying a professional stylist to do the coloring correctly.

Full color. Photo by Ashleigh Taylor Henning.

But the maintenance took a lot of time and work, not to mention expense. In the last phases, she was going for brighter and brighter, ultimately sporting a bright orange. “But I was graying at a rate like a five o’clock shadow,” she said. “I kept asking my stylist, ‘Can I do it yet?’”

The “yet” was important. It’s one thing to transition from mostly gray to all gray, she explained to me, another to transition when there’s just gray at the temples. You have to have “enough” for the transition to succeed, otherwise it can be difficult to maintain the gray.

“I wanted it to be more about making a statement as opposed to looking like you’ve let yourself go,” Suszi said, and with her stylist’s advice—and with her nephew’s bar mitzvah on the horizon—she went for one more round of color.

Finally her stylist agreed she had enough to get started, and her expert advice and attention was crucial. “It was hard going from bright orange, and it was hard with straight hair,” Suszi said, having noticed that women with curly textured hair could better carry off the layers of colors during the transition. “So I cheated.” Not wanting to wait for it all to grow out on its own timetable, she had her stylist bleach out all of her hair, then tone her a warm gray. “I literally went gray overnight,” Suszi says, “which was super fun.”

Initial Bleach. Photo by Andy McFadden.

But it didn’t last. She was still “more pepper than salt”, so the dark hairs turned yellow over time, and in different lighting, such as fluorescent, it wasn’t pretty. “I joked I had to walk around in my own lighting,” Suszi said. To compensate, Suszi kept going shorter. “Previously, whenever I was bored, I colored my hair,” she reminded me. Now she makes a creative statement with her sassy pixie cut.

It’s impossible to miss the growing trend on going gray. “I feel like it’s everywhere, and I think it’s stunning,” she said. “A lot of actresses have made it glamorous, including Helen Mirren, Emma Thompson, Gillian Anderson, and Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada.” We can add Sharon Osborne and Jane Fonda as other recent converts.

For Suszi, the change is less about the outward appearance and more about the internal feeling. It’s about women owning who they are. She explained how she came to this. “I got my photo taken about two years ago, to experience what my clients experience. The photographer asked me to send photos I found online, photos I found inspiring. All of them were of older women, significantly older than I am, 70 to 80 years old. They were owning their style, their look. Quirky or classy or eclectic—just all in!” she said. “I want to be that person: 100% all in!”

This recent photo says all that to me. Strong, gorgeous, 100% Suszi.

All natural. Photo by Patricia Gonion.

* I noticed Suszi used the terms “silver” and “gray” interchangeably as we chatted, so I asked her about this. “When I talk about it, I say I’ve ‘gone gray’,” she said. “I consider myself to be gray because there’s still so much pepper in my hair. I think of ‘silver’ as all white.” Some of her friends, she said, push back and insist on “silver”, feeling it’s a more empowering term. We both agree that we should use whichever term feels right to the individual.

 

Suszi McFadden takes photographs of families, kids, and adults, and captures the best of women in all stages of life. Check out her work at https://suzmcfaddenphoto.com/. To see her more creative work, including shoots with professional models, follow her on Instagram @suzmcfaddenphoto.

Nudged: Do something backwards

Backstory: This could be fun. 🙂 This nudge was inspired all those self-help articles that encourage us to do things differently, rewire our brains, and break out of our ruts. We might take a different route home. If you always put your left shoe on first, this week start with the right.

Maybe I’ll have dessert first or serve scrambled eggs and waffles for dinner. Or…? I don’t know what I’ll do yet, but I hope to have fun mixing things up.

What Happened: I wish I could tell you I did something wildly creative this week. But the truth is I’m still recovering from a nasty sinus-cold bug I picked up early in the year. As a result, I dragged through the week, getting done whatever I could, but not having much energy left over for wild creativity.

So…I worked with what I had. One morning, instead of jumping out of bed, dashing to the gym, pulling myself together, and focusing on my to dos till I could rest in the evening, I reversed that list. For just the third time in my long career, I got up and stayed in my PJs. I worked for a couple hours, then I went back to bed and got some of the rest I really needed.

The Ah-Hahs: I could be really disappointed about the story of this nudge, but I’m actually kind of proud of myself for coming up with something appropriate–and much needed. And I will say that I was more aware of how I do things during the week. I didn’t just blindly go through the motions of work, household chores, and errands. I thought about each and how I might change things up. I didn’t find any great new way to do things (yet), but it was fun to consider. (By the way, I nixed the idea of starting my grocery shopping in the freezer section and ending in produce. That would have been so messy!)

Meanwhile, for inspiration, here’s a little “Upside Down” from Diana Ross. 🙂

Nudging: Do something backwards

Backstory: This could be fun. 🙂 This nudge was inspired all those self-help articles that encourage us to do things differently, rewire our brains, and break out of our ruts. We might take a different route home. If you always put your left shoe on first, this week start with the right.

Maybe I’ll have dessert first or serve scrambled eggs and waffles for dinner. Or…? I don’t know what I’ll do yet, but I hope to have fun mixing things up.

Nudged: Take a hard look at calendar, carve out time for me

Backstory: It’s the age-old story of women, isn’t it? We give all our time and energy to taking care of others at jobs and at home, to family members and friends and even strangers. “Me Time” still has a tinge of selfishness to it.

I don’t know about you, but I’m an expert at doing this until my well is completely empty. Then I finally take “me” time when I get run down and sick.

This week’s nudge is designed to change that dynamic. What can I give up? When can I designate time for my projects, my passions?

What Happened: Procrastination. Classic, right? I was busy this week, so this nudge stayed on my to do list, but never made it to the top of the priorities.

Finally, early this morning, I chose to ignore the list of jobs, tasks, followups, emails, calls, etc., that called for my attention and took a long, hot, quiet bath. It felt like a much-needed reboot.

I had an off-site meeting, and when I returned to my desk, instead of jumping right in to the fray, I opened my calendar. It’s still early in the year, so there’s a lot of open space. Why not “schedule” “appointments” with myself? If I had doctor appointments, they’d go down in ink. If I had a client event, same. I pulled out my highlighter and blocked out time.

The Ah-Hahs: Will I keep these commitments to myself? Will I hold this time as sacred? I can’t say for sure, but I’m going to try. I picked Fridays as my time, and then, to further motivate myself, I made a list of things I might do that feed my soul. This includes getting back to my French textbooks and flashcards, giving myself mani-pedis, meeting friends for a walk in the park or a long chat over coffee, spending some time writing letters and working on craft projects, journaling, and more hot baths. It might also include work, but work that is personal, that I do for my own pleasure, not for someone else’s advancement. If I can devote even one hour a week to feeding myself, it will be an improvement.

Can you book some time for just you this coming week? I hope you do.