tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110706382024-03-07T16:55:23.424-07:00The Life of JulieA rambling of thoughts, ideas and reflections from and on the life of a girl who's just trying to figure everything out and somehow wants to change the world.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.comBlogger357125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-36970029844127201482018-09-27T18:13:00.001-06:002018-09-27T18:13:44.554-06:00How I Scrummed My LifeIn my last blog post, I promised that I would come back from Italy, do Whole 30 and blog about it. In May.<br />
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It is September. This is not a blog post about Whole 30. And spoiler alert: I didn't do Whole 30. (I actually did something else that is much longer lasting than Whole 30 and I'll probably write a number of blogs about it. Shortly. Though I know better than to make promises)<br />
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I gave a talk today for a TED-style event at work. And in preparations, a number of people that I shared or practiced with encouraged me to share my talk more broadly. The text is below, pretty much verbatim, though I've tweaked some work-specific references.<br />
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Two years ago, I found myself stuck.<br />
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At the risk of being overly personal, I'm going to bring you into my bedroom. I once heard that our bedrooms are metaphors for what is really happening in our lives... beneath the surface. We can bring people into our homes, and those homes can look pristine and inviting, but most of our guests never see what's in our bedrooms. Our bedrooms are warehouses for all our messes.<br />
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The main part of my home, the part that everyone could see, was in pretty good shape. I was proud of the accomplishments in my life: graduating from a top business school, running a half marathon, running a marathon, building a successful career. I was a go-getter who knew how to hustle and focus to accomplish something difficult.<br />
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It was two years ago, when I finally felt like I was standing on my own two feet in my career, that I suddenly stopped and took stock of the by-product of all my hustle. My bedroom was a mess.<br />
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Picture this: clear, plastic drawers better suited to a college dorm than the bedroom of a professional woman; a closet and clothing rack overflowing with clothes of varying sizes; another pile of clothes and other miscellaneous junk that I kept hauling between my messy floor and the unmade bed, a bed which sat only on a standard metal frame.<br />
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My figurative bedroom was also a mess. Although I knew how to work hard, I had never mastered the ability to get a decent night's sleep. I was exhausted. And although I had run a marathon, I found myself completely burned out on running and I couldn't even run a mile. And so... I was stuck. I didn't know how to make a positive change if I wasn't going to be rewarded with a score, or a medal, or a bonus.<br />
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This isn't a talk about <i>why </i>it's important to build healthy habits. This is a talk about <i>how</i> I changed; how I got un-stuck.<br />
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There's no shortage of information on the "why" or the "what." When I was searching for answers, I could log onto LinkedIn and see "<a href="https://www.success.com/50-ways-happier-healthier-and-more-successful-people-live-on-their-own-terms/" target="_blank">50 Ways Happier, Healthier and More Successful People Live Life on Their Own Terms</a>." I could visit Facebook and ready "<a href="https://www.entrepreneur.com/slideshow/307452" target="_blank">8 Things Successful People Do Before Breakfast.</a>" I attended a work conference and listened as Dan Harris told me how I could be "<a href="https://www.10percenthappier.com/" target="_blank">10% Happier</a>" through meditation. And I watched as Arianna Huffington stood in this very room and told me how I could "<a href="http://ariannahuffington.com/thrive" target="_blank">Thrive</a>."<br />
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I felt overwhelmed.<br />
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At the time, I was working on a team that had just started using Scrum and Agile. I wondered: could I use this approach to move forward with change in a way that feels less overwhelming?<br />
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Change is hard. But I believe that by using an agile mindset, we can slowly start to build habits to become who we want to be.<br />
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Now before I tell you how I scrummed my life, I want to level set. Some of you may have never heard of agile, while others may be Certified Scrum Masters or Product Owners.<br />
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Agile is the mindset. Scrum is the specific methodology that I used.<br />
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The agile mindset involves taking a large project with it's array of features and requirements, and breaking it down into smaller and smaller chunks, until you get to the smallest piece of work which adds value: the user story.<br />
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The user stories form what is the most empowering element of agile: the backlog. The backlog holds all the potential features while allowing you to focus only on those that are currently the highest priority.<br />
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So when I scrummed my life, I started with what are known as epics. Which areas of my health are most important? For example: I want to be physically healthy so that I can live life as abundantly as possible.<br />
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Not something that is easily actionable.<br />
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So I broke that down into what are known as features: which aspects of my physical health are most important? "I want to sleep well so that I can thrive physically, mentally and emotionally."<br />
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Better sleep in two weeks? Again, not easily actionable.<br />
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So I broke that down into user stories. "I want to sleep with no devices in my room so that I can fall asleep faster, stay asleep longer and get up quicker."<br />
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I took that user story, and all the other user stories that I'd written, and anything that even remotely interested me from the articles and the talks, and I consolidated them into a single list in <a href="https://trello.com/" target="_blank">Trello</a> -- my backlog.<br />
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I set up a recurring meeting on my calendar every other Sunday evening for "Sprint Planning" and "Sprint Review". On those Sunday evenings, I would define a set of stories to focus on for the next two weeks, a mix of tasks and habits. As I progressed through subsequent sprints, I would keep some and let some go.<br />
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This is what my bedroom looks like today:<br />
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In my second sprint, I brought in a story about making my bed every day. That change was the catalyst for this transformation. As I saw that little area of my bedroom cleaned up, it led to sorting out the messes, buying "grown-up" bedroom furniture, cleaning out the closet, and eventually... throw pillows! It became important for me to have a private space that felt like an oasis.<br />
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My figurative bedroom was also transformed. Gone were habits of mindlessly scrolling through Facebook and Instagram when I should be sleeping. In were habits about being intentional about bedtime and building strength training into my routine. As I've progressed in my career, I've been able to bring in a renewed energy and focus.<br />
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In his book <i><a href="https://www.marshallgoldsmith.com/product/triggers-creating-behavior-that-lasts-becoming-the-person-you-want-to-be/" target="_blank">Triggers</a></i>, Marshall Goldsmith references building a muscle for success. When we successfully make change in our lives, that change enables us to make further change. I didn't just become someone who could get a decent night's sleep; I became someone who was capable of change, even without scores or medals or bonuses.<br />
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I no longer sit down every other Sunday for sprint planning (although the meeting still shows up on my calendar), but I do leverage agile principles when I want to make change in my life.<br />
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As January 1st rolled around this year, I found myself facing the temptation to make New Year's Resolutions. Everyone around me was doing Whole 30 and juice cleanses, new workout regimes and giving up Netflix. I had just started using a new budgeting tool called You Need a Budget, and I decided to see what Agile Resolutions would look like. I resisted the pull of gym equipment and juicers. Until I had built the habits to support my budgeting initiative, I wasn't going to worry about anything else on the list.<br />
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Change is hard. But I believe that by using an agile mindset, we can slowly start to build habits to become who we want to be.<br />
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So think of that aspect of your life that you want to change. Break it down into <i>one step</i> that you can take today. Take that step. Capture everything else in a list -- your backlog. And address it after you take your first step.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-22474890532433877852018-02-28T19:14:00.001-07:002018-02-28T19:21:35.428-07:00Healthy 2018, Part 1: The BudgetNew Year's Resolutions have never been my thing. Part of it is that I get annoyed with the surge in people at the gym. And the other part... do people actually stick to them? I'm generally not a fan of certain failure.<br />
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When 2018 rolled around, though, I had a desire to make some tweaks in my life. So I borrowed a key agile principle - no multitasking - and figured I'd use that to start to make some changes. The idea was to just pick one change at a time and focus on it until I felt like it was ingrained as a habit before moving on to something else.<br />
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Habit #1 - budgeting - started a few days before actually toasting in 2018. My sister spent a few days raving about her new budgeting tool (YNAB - pronounced "why nab" - which stands for "you need a budget") and I finally got so intrigued that I signed up for a free trial.<br />
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Let's talk about budgeting.<br />
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Before YNAB, I actually felt pretty confident with my budget and with finances. I used Mint to track my expenses, spent less than 50% on essential expenses, put away more than 15% of my salary for retirement (including employer match) could come up with $2,000 in an emergency and my only debt was one outstanding student loan with interest under 5%. (All of which are general benchmarks for budgeting and not just random facts about my situation.)<br />
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But here's the thing... even with Mint, my money just kind of leaked out. Mint doesn't force you to be hands on with your budget, so if you're not on top of categorizing everything, you don't get the information you need from your budget. And so after a few months, while I kind of had a budget, it wasn't really providing me with the information I needed and definitely didn't bring any accountability. So yeah, everything was fine and I didn't have credit card debt, but was my money really doing what I wanted it to do?<br />
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Enter YNAB.<br />
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YNAB uses a unique approach that I found absolutely revolutionary. They have four rules, and the idea is that you only budget the money you actually have. You start to put this money away for the expenses that don't come up all the time. When you go over budget, you're not just punished with a budget bar turning red, you have to find the money to cover that overspending from another category. And over time, you're supposed to get to a point where you're a month ahead of your spending.<br />
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I could probably rave and educate about YNAB for blog post upon blog post, but they've got tons of educational materials and stories <i>and even free classes </i>on their website, so I'll stop.<br />
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What I've learned about budgeting, money, financial health and health in general in the first two months of 2018:<br />
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<li><b>There are certain truths that apply whether we like them or not.</b> If I spend more money than I earn, I go into debt or deplete my savings. If I consume more calories than I burn, my weight goes up. We may dislike the feel that we're restricting ourselves, but there's just no way around those basic truths.</li>
<li><b>Intentionality is important. </b>Before I had to sit down and actually say what every dollar in my bank accounts was going to do, I had assigned 3-5 jobs for every dollar. Actually creating a budget, I had to prioritize and decide what was most important. Some things just had to go away... a clothing subscription service didn't make the cut. Travel did. Extra debt payments did. Eating out with friends on occasion stayed, BUT ordering in went way down. Suddenly the motivation to meal plan and grocery shop went up when I had to make my dining out money last a few more days... and if I didn't, it had to come from somewhere else.</li>
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Now that I'm feeling like the budgeting habit is ingrained, I'm going to take a quick break on new habits in March to start a new job and do some travel. But coming in April... <a href="https://whole30.com/" target="_blank">Whole 30</a> for a diet reset.<br />
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Quick note: this is definitely not a paid advertisement or review for YNAB; however, I do have a referral code that will get us both a month of YNAB for free if you sign up after the free 34-day trial. <a href="https://ynab.com/referral/?ref=Od0FRbvb4Kjb9pkK&utm_source=customer_referral" target="_blank">Click here.</a></div>
Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-31123922182327169412016-03-17T18:27:00.000-06:002016-03-17T18:45:03.452-06:00"If you would just be content...""...then God would send you someone."*<br />
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This is, by far, the most frustrating thing that people have ever said to me, to anyone else, or even to themselves.<br />
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I can only assume that it comes from Psalm 37:4 - "Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart." But if you interpret this verse as "be content in Jesus and he will give you all the things you want today", you miss a key interpretation of the verse. What happens when you delight yourself in the Lord? HE becomes the desire of your heart. This verse is by no means an indication that God is a genie waiting to grant your wishes if you can get over the test of delighting in him.<br />
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That said... Marriage is a <i>good thing</i> and it's an appropriate thing to desire. God is a relational being; he created us to be relational beings. Marriage is a picture of God's relationship to us. There is nothing shameful at all about wanting marriage.<br />
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There is definitely a potential and a tendency to desire marriage for the wrong reasons, and perhaps this is what people mean when they say that you need to be content in Jesus. The challenge is this overlooks the fact that God's blessings are not dependent on us, but are an overflow of his grace in our lives. I've heard stories of people who found someone when they knew they were struggling, and I know single women who are at least as "content" as married women I know.<br />
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The tricky thing about contentment is that we live in the tension of the "already but not yet." We are at once in perfect standing with God because of the debt Jesus paid on our behalf <i>and</i> being transformed and renewed while we continue to live as <i>fallen people</i> in a <i>fallen world</i>. Contentment is available... but we are in a place where we are <i>not yet what we will be</i>.<br />
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The most contentment that I have experienced is something that the Germans call "Sehnsucht" - it is, paradoxically, "an unsatisfied desire which is itself more desirable than any other satisfaction." (CS Lewis, Surprised by Joy) There is a contentment that comes from knowing there is a certainty to the hope that I have in Christ. This comes with an intense yearning because I do not experience any of it perfectly today. I've experienced it on the drive to work on a beautiful fall day, where I want to bask in the foliage and know that it will all fade within a month's time. I've experienced it when I've been confronted with the sin in my life and it grieves me.<br />
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Given the reality of where we are, being here on earth, being in good standing but still not yet experiencing a perfect relationship, it is natural for us to look to the "tangible" things as the final answer to our contentment. "If I could just meet a nice man..." "If I could just get a good job..." "If I could just pay off my student loans..." We have all tricked ourselves that contentment lies just around the next hurdle.<br />
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It doesn't.<br />
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And when I find myself experiencing the desires and the longings that are inherent in singleness (and in being human), I see them as a gift. They remind me that all is not yet as it should be. The best is yet to come.<br />
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*Matt Chandler has an <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3BiiKx3Lr_o" target="_blank">amazing bit on this</a><br />
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Oh Valentine's Day... I gave up hating it years ago. That said, I was a little dubious when I was asked to speak at my church's college ministry Valentine's Day relationship-themed lunch... about singleness.* Here's what I shared**:<br />
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Does anyone else remember growing up in the youth group purity culture? I can't even count how many youth conferences I attended where I learned such pertinent truths as "condoms are only 86% effective and HIV is significantly smaller and can pass through every day of the month!"<br />
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I probably could have been the purity poster child, if my hair were a little blonder and a lot less frizzy. I attended all the lectures. I read all the books. I signed the pledge cards. I had the ring. I <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Kissed_Dating_Goodbye" target="_blank">kissed dating goodbye</a>. (Note: the link is <i>not</i> a book recommendation.) I was intimately acquainted with the life of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Christy_Miller_series" target="_blank">Christy Miller</a> and all her friends, and figured I had my own Todd Spencer waiting for me. I figured that I would hold off dating until I was ready to get married, which I planned should happen at the age of 24.<br />
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24 came and went.<br />
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30 came and went.<br />
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Nearly a full decade has passed since my scheduled age of marriage, and my Todd Spencer is nowhere to be found.<br />
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And so I got frustrated. Hadn't I done everything right? Didn't they teach me that the reward for purity and "honoring my future husband" was that I would <i>have</i> a future husband?<br />
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It wasn't all that long ago that I was listening to a Tim Keller sermon on the drive to work when I was figuratively hit in the gut. He was talking about how our righteous deeds, done with the motivation of trying to earn God's blessing, are actually sinful because they are motivated by pride and self-righteousness.<br />
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Oof.<br />
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This is actually good news. What does it mean that we are saved by grace? It means we can stop stressing over trying to get everything right, and rest in the work of salvation that he accomplished on the cross. It means that we don't need to pay off a debt that we can never repay before we get blessings that we do not deserve.<br />
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So where does that leave me in my singleness? One thing that I have learned in the ups and downs in life is that God really does give us what is best for us in every circumstance. I look back with fondness on some of the most difficult journeys I've gone through because I can see how I grew in them.<br />
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I am not single because God is punishing me for my self-righteousness. I am not single because I made the silly mistake to kiss dating goodbye in high school. I am single because this is precisely what is best for me right now. I am single because this is how God can be most glorified in me right now.<br />
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*Fortunately, I got over that. And as I was preparing what I was going to say and joking with my friends that I could write a book about my expertise in singleness, I started to think "maybe I should..." and then I thought "well, maybe just a blog..." and then thought "or maybe just use my existing dormant blog so I don't have to go through all the work of choosing colors and images and templates."<br />
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**Disclaimer: I do joke about being an expert at singleness, but I just want to emphasize that I by no means have things figured out. I do not live in rainbow-sunshine-unicorn land where I feel constantly #blessed because I am so content with being single. I live in the real world where we <i>all</i> experience longing, and sometimes that longing expresses itself as <i>"well maybe if I weren't single"</i>. So don't read my blog if you want the secret to always having a smile on your face. I really just want to start a dialog rooted in grace and how the gospel transforms us in our singleness. Non-single people welcome to join in.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-81348982585677640072012-05-27T13:01:00.001-06:002012-05-27T13:01:51.714-06:00Ready, Set, Goal!When I was in junior high, I was entirely convinced that the first two months of gym class were designed explicitly for personal torture. The unit: the 2 km run. When talking to my classmates from that era of my life, we can all reminisce about how completely horrible those months were. I think there was a maximum time allotted to complete the distance, and I used to come in just shy of that time by planning my walking breaks accordingly.<br />
Fast forward to today, when I completed my first half marathon. If you would have told my junior high self that she would one day not only run a full 2 km, but essentially do it more than 10 times in a row, I'm not sure how she would have responded. The even crazier part? I ENJOY running now, especially at this time of the year when it's a comfortable 11C (in the 50s for all you Yanks) and the leaves are out in full.<br />
There was a transition between my running-loathing junior high self and my current running-loving self, and that's what I really want to talk about. When I started to focus on really getting into good physical shape, I picked up running because you can throw your runners (sneakers for you Yanks or trainers for you Brits) into a suitcase and run everywhere. While I've only really been training since September, it was around three years ago that I first started dabbling in running. At that time, I threw "run a half marathon" on my bucket list as a crazy, I-don't-know-if-I-can-achieve-this-but-wouldn't-it-be-cool-if-I-did stretch goal. For context, I think at that time I was doing walk/run intervals with the weight being much more heavy on the walking.<br />
My accomplishments in running (if I'm allowed to call them that!) have been leading me to ponder what I've learned about goal setting and personal development.<br />
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<li><b>Set SMART goals.</b> Running is really conducive to setting goals that are Specific, Measurable, Actionable, Realistic and Timely. My first running goal was to run 5km in 30 minutes. I can point to the specific run on my Runkeeper app where I achieved this. With personal development and business goals, it can be more challenging to make goals SMART, but finding a way to do this will help significantly in actually achieving them! It also prevents you from slacking off when you're almost there.</li>
<li><b>Have a plan.</b> If you were paying attention, you may have noticed that I actually started running a little about three years ago, but didn't really start training until last September. I would say that between three years ago and last September, I made relatively little progress - I had gone from a run/walk of 2 or 3 km to a very slow 5 km run. Since September, I've quadrupled my total running distance and made a significant dent in my pace. The difference between these two periods? A plan. I'll be honest, if left to my own devices, my accomplishments would have been minuscule. But I felt my goal was too important to leave to chance and enlisted the help of my sister, who happens to know how to build workout plans from her undergraduate education. When your goals are tied to an organization, the plan is even more important as those involved will want to know how they can contribute.</li>
<li><b>Keep at it.</b> Tooting my own horn again, I'm going to tell you that I've run through deep, slippery snow (and been sprayed on by a snow clearing truck), pouring rain, and nearly-sweltering sun. There were days that I was really tempted to skip my distance runs, but I did it anyway. (Unless I was sick, which happened once, and my trainer excused me. ;-)) It can be easy to give up along the way, but every amount of progress that we make is really the culmination of a whole lot of little decisions to just keep on going.</li>
<li><b>Celebrate the victories along the way.</b> I've set a number of mini-goals on my journey to the half-marathon. I remember excitedly texting my sister the first time I ran 5km in under 30 minutes. My first 10km run was in Central Park. I don't "reward" myself for each accomplishment (aside: studies have shown that adding a reward to an accomplishment can actually cheapen the accomplishment), but I share it and I revel in it. When you're setting goals and achieving them, people want to be happy for you!</li>
<li><b>Set a new goal once you're done.</b> Life is boring if you coast. I'm toying with figuring out what comes next. I'm definitely eyeing a faster time for the BAA Half in October, or maybe my first (and likely only) marathon at Disney World in January. Anyway, regardless of what I decide, it's important that I don't just stop here. If we aren't improving, we're falling behind.</li>
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<br /></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-16594740110789222502012-05-03T14:36:00.001-06:002012-05-03T15:51:46.319-06:00What I Learned About Business Consulting from Style for HireThis past weekend feels like a hazy, ethereal experience. By way of quick background, my daily attire consisted entirely of jeans and a hoodie prior to the advent of the TLC show What Not to Wear. I didn't buy my first pair of heels until the age of 24. While I don't consider myself anything close to a fashionista, I no longer wear hoodies outside of the house (or the walk to the gym).<br />
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A few weeks ago, a post appeared on Twitter announcing that Style for Hire was looking for some volunteers to participate in their upcoming stylist training workshop. As a volunteer, you would bring your wardrobe into the conference and be subject to a wardrobe makeover. Not thinking there was any chance I would actually be selected, I sent in my info. Not only was I able to take part in the workshop, but my sister who had booked a last minute flight to come see me was also able to join.<br />
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Without going into all of the amazing details, I will share a few of the highlights from the weekend:<br />
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<li>Digging into a Sylvia Weinstock cake at the end of the workshop on Sunday. (it was from a wedding at the hotel; in my defense, I didn't realize that it was a $20,000 cake when I stuck my hand in to grab a piece)</li>
<li>Walking out of the hotel and waving to a big crowd of paparazzi and autograph seekers, only to discover that while in the hotel, I'd been two feet away from the actor who plays Thor in The Avengers.</li>
<li>Seeing my sister positively light up from the experience.</li>
<li>The last one will take some background: The training convention was both about training and selecting stylists for the Style for Hire network. As part of the evaluation process, the stylists had to go through my wardrobe, put together an outfit, and present it to me (in front of Stacy London of What Not to Wear fame). After a particularly awkward presentation which involved a loose, flowy top and some boot cut jeans (during which I definitely began to reconsider the purchase of the aforementioned top), the wannabe stylist turned to me as an aside and asked "would you actually wear this?" "Well, I actually tend to wear that top with skinny jeans," was my reply. Stacy apparently overhead and said, "did you say you wear this with skinny jeans?" She then proceeded to explain to all the stylists why the top would work for me with skinny jeans. So, even without two days of style training, I got it right!</li>
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Anyway, though I went in with the attitude of "I have no idea what to expect, but what's the worst that could happen?" I was exceedingly delighted with the experience and actually learned a lot that I can apply to my work as a consultant. So, here are some of the takeaways:<br />
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<li><strong>Know your client and their needs:</strong> One of the best stylists that put together an outfit for me could not only mirror back everything I'd told her about my needs in an outfit, she also incorporated it into her recommendation. The outfit she'd put together was for a date, and she remembered to give me flats because the guy is only moderately taller than me. Another one remembered me saying I won't wear anything less than a full suit to an interview and put that together. By contrast, another stylist put together a great outfit, but had forgotten that I said I wouldn't wear heels while shopping in Boston because of the uneven sidewalks. Unfortunately for her, Stacy turned to me and asked "would you actually wear this for shopping on the weekend?" and I had to say "no."* In consulting, there are so many frameworks and precedents that it can be easy to put together a client recommendation based on what I think is best for me, but if I don't take the time to ask them the right questions and then thoughtfully incorporate them, they won't be as happy with the solution.</li>
<li><strong>Be sensitive to where your client is at: </strong>One of the more exciting things about this weekend was seeing my sister's transformation. While she will be the first to admit that her closet needs an update, it's still something that can be hard to hear from someone else. While the fabulous Lisa Dontzin was demonstrating a closet audit today, she worked some amazing magic in reading Becky's responses to her suggestions. In doing this, she was able to get Becky to start with some small changes and slowly work up to cleaning out a few items from her closet. I've been in client meetings where we've come in with guns blazing ready to make suggestions without really considering what the responses would be, then ended up dealing with some of the emotional side effects. (yes, corporations can be emotional... Or, rather, executives at corporations) In subsequent meetings with that client, we were significantly more careful with how we worded the headlines of our slide decks and presented our recommendations. I suspect that as I grow as a consultant, I'll be able to know the hot button issues without even having the client tell me what they are, just as a good stylist can intuitively sense a reaction.</li>
<li><strong>Challenge the stereotypes:</strong> I have to be honest that the thought of coming into a room full of stylists was more than a little intimidating for me, especially as I had left all my "good clothes" in my closet for the stylists to play with and had shown up in jeans and a way-too-big cardigan. I had made a pre-judgment on the fashion industry and was prepared for, as the waiver form stated, "stylists with no tact." As it turns out, these stylists are some of the sweetest people I've ever met! I think that, thanks to Office Space, consultants probably have a similar type of reputation in the corporate world. I do have a mug that says "Consulting: if you can't be part of the solution, there's good money to be made in prolonging the problem." So when interacting with clients, including their admins and data managers, be genuine, be kind and be courteous.</li>
<li><strong>Surprise and Delight: </strong>The final part of the workshop that I participated in consisted mainly of experienced stylists. One of the phrases that I heard continually as they discussed how they handle various client situations was "surprise and delight". We have a similar phrase in consulting: under-promise and over-deliver. It is so important to appropriately manage expectations, but still find ways to work in bonuses!</li>
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In closure, I just want to give a big shout-out to <a href="http://www.styleforhire.com/">Style for Hire</a>! My weekend was amazing. Back in September, I'd considered hiring a stylist, but wasn't certain whether it would be worthwhile. After seeing the complete magic that the stylists worked on my wardrobe (like putting together a dozen new outfits from clothes I already own!), I'm definitely going to get a stylist.<br />
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*Confession time: I actually decided to wear a pair of heels to go shopping yesterday and I confess that I enjoyed the fact that I looked totally fabulous. I also did not sprain an ankle. That said, the bottoms of the heels of my new Cole Haan pumps have been overly beat up, so I'm not likely going to start wearing heels all the time.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-33497350943231051832011-12-31T13:57:00.003-07:002011-12-31T14:26:21.681-07:002011: A Fond FarewellFor as long as I've been blogging, I've written a New Year's/year-end post to sum up the year and look forward to the year ahead.<div><br /></div><div><ul><li><b>Travel</b>: This year, I've hiked along the Great Wall of China, ridden Icelandic horses, driven through the Scottish highlands, visited friends in the UK, taken a "self-portrait" with the Penny Lane street sign in Liverpool, eaten soup dumplings in Shanghai, driven a snowmobile on a glacier in Iceland, earned a certificate for mastering the "perfect pour" at the Guinness factory in Dublin and watched musicals in London. Oh, I will certainly miss all of the long breaks that come with the student lifestyle! On the plus side, I have fairly ample vacation time at work and, oh yeah, an income.</li><li><b>Graduation:</b> In May, I fulfilled a long-term goal of graduating with my MBA. I can't even begin to sum up how much the decision to move to Charlottesville and pursue this degree has changed my life. I now have friends across the globe, opportunities that just weren't there for me three years ago, and a job which I love and at which I am challenged.</li><li><b>Move to Boston:</b> In the back of my mind, I dreamed of living in Boston ever since I visited on my MBA school tour over three years ago. I remember telling my sisters how excited I was about going to Boston Pops concerts if I ever did get to the city. While I was job searching, I wanted to be as flexible as possible, but really, really wanted to live in a "walkable" city. Since moving to Boston in August, I've felt incredibly blessed. I ditched my car less than a week into life here and have not regretted it even for an instant. I got a Zipcar membership, but have only used it once. Also, in December, I made it out to my first Boston Pops concert!</li><li><b>Physical Health:</b> Not being one for New Year's Resolutions, I waited about three weeks into January to take my first visit to the North Grounds Gym. Not being one to do anything halfway, at that time I got back on the Weight Watchers train, started running and hired a personal trainer. Nearly a year later, I'm proud to report that I've dropped two to three sizes (depending on whether you go by numbers or letters) and can run a full 9.5 km (could probably do more, but I'm slowly building up my endurance).</li><li><b>Faith:</b> If anything is really responsible for the joy I'm experiencing right now, it's renewed relationship with God. I've had my ups and downs in this area all throughout my life, but after struggling during my first year at Darden, I found an AMAZING small group at my church in Charlottesville, and they encouraged me tremendously. I've really been focusing on getting involved with a church here in Boston and making sure that I make time for my relationship with God... But most importantly, if I've learned anything in 2011, it's that ultimately there is nothing on this earth that really satisfies us. What matters most is that I'm falling in love with the God with whom I will spend eternity.</li></ul><div>While 2011 certainly had it's fair share of challenges, heartbreaks and disappointments, the overwhelming theme of the year was hope, joy and adventure. And the best part is that it isn't joy from life events or external blessings, but a deep, abiding joy that comes from feeling like I finally have my priorities straight and am deepening my relationship with my amazing God.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Some things I am looking forward to in 2012:</div><div><ul><li>Now that I'm in a stable routine for the foreseeable future (no more switching between work, school, internships), I'm planning on finally getting down to the goal weight I set nearly three years ago</li><li>Running a half marathon</li><li>Getting settled and established in my job - it's been a steep learning curve so far!</li><li>Getting to know new people here in Boston</li><li>Serving at my new church</li></ul></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-73163483684229442572011-11-21T20:10:00.003-07:002011-11-21T20:36:25.224-07:00Church ShoppingThere are all sorts of analogies which can be applied to the process of finding a new church congregation to be a part of when moving to a new city. Given my past experiences with moving to a new city, I wasn't expecting the process to be so laborious that it would need an analogy, but alas, the Boston church hunt was not as easy as the Charlottesville church hunt (first one I went to was amazing AND I found the best small group ever) or the Edmonton church hunt (some 20 years ago... again, the first church our family went to was having a picnic and that was enough to garner our loyalty...).<div><br /></div><div>Anyway, the most fitting analogy that I can find regarding finding a church is one on dating. As with dating, the first thing you do is find some sort of superficial characteristic by which you can judge whether a church is worth a visit. In my case, a whole variety of characteristics appealed: young adults group, church plant by my favourite pastor Tim Keller, recommendation from a friend, good music. Some churches lost my interest after a first visit (we didn't make it past the first date). Others I tried out small groups or attended multiple Sundays. After a few weeks, not feeling particularly well on a Sunday morning, I got frustrated and simply gave up altogether. I won't say that I attended "Pillow Pentecostal" or "Bedside Baptist" because I think that's a cop out, but I also didn't drag myself across town to find a church.</div><div><br /></div><div>With some churches, it wasn't that there was anything wrong with them, it was just that they didn't quite fit right. I didn't see the connection, and while I didn't see it at the time, it was because God was directing me to the place I have ended up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I came across <a href="http://www.mosaicboston.com/">Mosaic</a> in a completely unsuspecting way. There was a T ad that caught my eye every morning. I didn't think anything of it until I was doing a search on Google for something completely unrelated to church, and an ad popped up there. Following the ad brought me to the webpage, at which point I discovered that two of my favourite superficial church characteristics were met: it was a ten-minute walk away and the services were at 10:45 a.m. (A Goldilocks time: not too early, not too late)</div><div><br /></div><div>Still debating Saturday night over which church to go to, I slept in on Sunday morning and my timing to get to Mosaic was perfect. I went to the first service and... well, it was fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mosaic may never have made it to a second date, except that I just had a feeling... and being lazy, the default is always to attend the closest church with the most convenient time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Something amazing happened the second Sunday I attended Mosaic. In case you are not familiar with how church works (and have somehow made it this far), community happens something like this: at some point in the sermon, someone at the front tells everyone to stand up and greet their neighbour (at my Cville church, we were supposed to give them a "high five, handshake or hug"). Everyone stands up, has a brief conversation with their neighbour, and promptly sits down and forgets the person sitting beside, in front or behind them. At the end of the service, if you came alone and don't know anyone, you duck out without being noticed, and if you want to find "community" in a church, you join a small group or volunteer.</div><div><br /></div><div>There was no mid-service greeting time at Mosaic. Instead, as I was ready to make my I-don't-know-if-this-is-where-I-want-to-attend bolt out of the door, someone came up to me and said "hello." Completely unprompted by the pastor! Say whaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...? After talking to her, as I was leaving, the pastor shook my hand at the door, had a lengthy conversation with me, and told me we should go for coffee.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'd be lying if I said I was sold right there. That very afternoon I saw another T ad for a church only a five minute walk away. I considered trying THAT one out, but when I went to the Mosaic community group on Wednesday night and everyone was so WELCOMING, I decided against trying something new. In the dating analogy, I was seeing Mosaic almost exclusively.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, this past Friday, Mosaic and I had the equivalent of the "DTR" (define the relationship talk). It was a "family meeting" and we talked about membership classes. Membership classes are pretty much the equivalent of church marriage, except until death do us part, it's until a move to a new city do us part. While part of me feels some commitment phobia, I also feel excited about what God is doing in and through Mosaic, and I desperately want to be in on the ground floor.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, more importantly, Mosaic is a place where I've found community. When I said someone greeted me after the service however many Sundays ago, I was underemphasizing the quality of the community. This is a church where people hang out on their own volition, everyone looks out for one another, people stay after church to eat together (I'm cooking this Sunday - lasagna, if you're interested and live in Boston!) and everyone genuinely cares. I can't even begin to tell you all the amazing experiences I've had over the past few weeks, but I'm so happy and excited.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know that, just like falling in love, I'm in the honeymoon stage. There will be bumps along the way. But commitment means getting the good and the bad and it means holding on and fighting for great community when obstacles come up. In the meantime, I'm just going to soak in the blessings and spend my days grinning widely.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >PS I don't actually know anything about dating or falling in love, so hopefully my analogy is accurate.</span></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-6399319259426411792011-09-17T15:28:00.002-06:002011-09-17T15:45:47.502-06:00Can't Go Wrong in the North EndIt seems that since I've moved to Boston, I've spent more time with company or out of town than at home alone. This past week has been no exception. My aunt and uncle were in town and looking for a good restaurant where they could take me (and my cousin who is staying with me) out for dinner.<div><br /></div><div>Anyway, from my month experience in Boston, I've discovered two types of really good food options: Italian or seafood. The choice of Italian naturally led us to the North End.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love the North End. It is fast becoming one of my favourite places to hang out in Boston. You can pretty much pick any restaurant and it will be amazing... So I always wonder at the insane lines outside places like Giacomo's and Mike's Pastry. It seems the theme is to serve only dinner and wine at the restaurants, and leave the dessert and coffee up to one of the many other cafes along Hanover Street.</div><div><br /></div><div>We stumbled upon <a href="http://www.panzarestaurant.com/">Panza</a> - the highest rated in the "$$" price range on <a href="http://www.yelp.com/boston">Yelp</a> that accepts credit cards. It was delicious, incredibly delicious, with portion sizes big enough that I still have leftovers two days later. (It didn't hurt that my aunt and uncle didn't have a fridge in their hotel!)</div><div><br /></div><div>After dinner, we moved on to <a href="http://www.vittoriacaffe.com/">Caffe Vittoria</a>, a place I discovered last summer because it was a favourite of one of my friends who already lived here. My first experience at Cafe Vittoria was with the cannolis, but my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Boston-Travel-Pauper-Paperback/dp/1593598971">Little Black Book of Boston</a> suggested was the best place in Boston for tiramisu. So I finally tried the tiramisu, and it did not disappoint.</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-43838276851445420622011-08-26T21:56:00.001-06:002011-08-26T21:56:33.587-06:00Back in the Saddle<p>So I am alive, as it turns out.</p><p>My last blog post was over a month ago, but life has been crazy since then. I spent the first three weeks of August settling into Boston and entertaining guests.</p><p>On Sunday, I flew out to Chicago for my first week of training. It was intense. Like, 7:30am-until-6pm-social-activities-starting-at-6:15 intense. The important thing, though, is that I can't wait to get started! This whole week made me think I needed to pinch myself because I'm at a place where I've wanted to be for a long, long time.</p><p>I could go into details, but I'm exhausted.</p><p>Of course, my life took an interesting turn today.</p><p>You may have heard of Irene. She's heading toward New York as I write this, and she stopped all air traffic heading to the East Coast tomorrow. Since I have to be in Princeton on Monday morning, and there's no telling what Irene is going to do, I was scheduled last minute on a flight out of Chicago and get to spend the weekend in Princeton, NJ, where the power is most likely to go out tomorrow. I am celebrating the occasion with chocolate cake and cava. My original plan was to stay with a friend in Manhattan for the weekend, but since Manhattan is pretty much getting evacuated, that fell through.</p><p>What an adventurous first week of being a consultant.</p><p>Anyway, if you still read my blog, please leave a comment and let me know if I should keep blogging. I enjoyed blogging about my life at Darden, and if anyone out there would enjoy reading about my "exciting" life as a consultant, let me know!</p>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-46814129731250488262011-07-20T08:52:00.001-06:002011-07-20T08:52:53.754-06:00Eye Spy<p><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5958109084" target="_blank"></a>The very last thing I did in London was ride the London Eye to get a bird's eye view of the city before I left. Unfortunately, the rains came and ruined all my potential pictures, but at least they left behind a beautiful full rainbow spanning the city.<br></p>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-5599003103209033052011-07-20T08:43:00.001-06:002011-07-20T08:43:02.149-06:00Castles and Roses<p>Call me cliche, but roses have always been my favourite flower. So when I discovered that roses grow everywhere in the UK, I was quite excited and took the expression "stop and smell the roses" quite literally. I also took a lot of pictures of them! Given the ever-present threat of rain in the UK, when I had two back to back days of rain in Edinburgh and London, I took the opportunity to wander through parks and gardens: Princes St. Gardens in Edinburgh which is right under the castle, then Hyde Park in London.</p>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-80916389480956863492011-07-16T14:54:00.001-06:002011-07-16T14:54:04.374-06:00Airline Woes<p>Is it just me, or are airlines competing to see who can provide the worst customer experience possible?</p><p>When I found a direct flight from London to Edmonton at a reasonable price, I was so excited! I booked with Air Transat because it was a little bit cheaper than Air Canada.</p><p>Well, it looked cheaper through Expedia.</p><p>Air Transat has a reasonable weight limit for long haul flights, but what they don't really tell you up front is that Thomas Cook, who actually operates the flight, only allows 20 kg for your checked baggage. And while I have a handy fold up bag that I can attempt to stow some of the excess weight, they put a 5 kg weight limit on your carry-on (I was allowed 10 kg on my 50 minute flight from Dublin to Edinburgh), AND you're only allowed one bag. So forget carrying on a purse and extra bag.</p><p>Air Transat also sent me a very helpful email today, three days before my flight leaves, to tell me that I can select my seat ahead of time. Yay! So I called their customer service, only to discover that Thomas Cook requires you to book at least five days before the flight leaves. Five days? Seriously? So yippee... I get to show up to the airport super early on Tuesday morning or risk being sandwiched in the middle seat. Thanks Air Transat and Thomas Cook for your assistance with my stress-free travel.</p><p>The frustrating thing is that if I'd known to look for this, I could have checked before I booked my flight and made a decision knowing all the relevant facts. But I feel stupid for not looking into it, and am now paying the consequences. It won't be a big deal: worst-case scenario, I pay an extra $100 and have to spend nine hours between two linebackers. It just frustrates me that the entire airline industry seems to be in a competition to outdo each other to belittle and nickle-and-dime the customer. If JetBlue can make air travel low-cost and low-hassle, with no hidden costs and a pleasant experience, why have so few other players caught on?</p><p>I've heard Virgin Atlantic is supposed to be good. And the fact that JetBlue has started to codeshare with them instills some confidence in that conclusion. Having a home base in Boston will hopefully offer a few more options so I'm not stuck with Air Transat ever again.</p>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-55918457070453864672011-07-13T16:31:00.001-06:002011-07-13T16:31:57.070-06:00Highlands and Islands<p><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5934612749" target="_blank"></a>After two Londoners both told me I HAD to do a Highlands tour while in the UK, I figured I'd better heed their advice and book one. As I was looking through my photos trying to narrow down the few that I actually wanted to post, I realized how breathtaking the whole trip was. There are two main features that really stood out in the highlands and the Isle of Skye. First, the castles. They are all built into the natural landscape. The history that goes along with them is always interesting, and a big reason why I'd rather pay more for a tour than rent a car myself. Second, I love being on the island and seeing the distant islands. After the first day driving up to Skye, I was expecting a cloudy mystique, but the sun came out for the last two days of the tour.</p>
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<p>This was the view outside my B&B in the morning. We stayed in the town of Portree, which is little more than some B&Bs, seafood restaurants and gift shops.</p>
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<p>The Old Man of Storr. I was disappointed we didn't climb up there, but it was cool seeing it shrouded in clouds.</p>
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<p>View from the Quraing mountains.</p>
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<p>Lighthouse at the very edge of Skye. I have a million pictures I could post of the ocean with the mountains in the background, but as I've always been partial to lighthouses, I chose this one.</p>
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<p>A highland cow on the side of the road. Just for the record, though, it's pronounced "heeland coo".</p>
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<p>Eilean Donan castle. This is the most photographed castle in Scotland, and I'm sure I contributed significantly to the count as I sorted through 30 or so pictures in an attempt to decide which to upload.</p>
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<p>I don't love this picture, but I didn't get any really good ones and HAD to post a picture of Loch Ness. I didn't see Nessie, but being on the big lake (all the water from all the other lakes in England and Scotland combined could fit in Loch Ness) and seeing the black water (from all the peat runoff) gave me some insight into why there is so much folklore around Loch Ness.</p>
<p><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5935206726" target="_blank"></a>After three days exploring nature, it was time to head back to the beautiful city of Edinburgh.</p>
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<p>Edinburgh Castle is the focal point of the city, and the reason the city is even here. The high hill presented a perfect place to set up a defense against the English, and over time, the city grew around it.</p>
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<p>Ever since arriving in Scotland, I've been told I need to try the scotch whiskey. Even one of my friends from home who does not drink told me I needed to bring back scotch. Since I am not partial to whiskey, however, I figured that if I was going to invest in a bottle of scotch, I had to learn something about it and find one I like. So, I went off to the scotch whiskey experience to learn about whiskey and find one I liked. I am posting this picture because another friend told me I needed more pictures of me. (now that I've learned about scotch in Edinburgh and Guinness in Dublin, neither of which I particularly enjoy, I owe myself a visit to France or Italy for some wine!)</p>
<p>Okay, so I wore down... Just had to post another photo of the Skye coastline.</p>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-43067811722853536912011-07-09T15:33:00.001-06:002011-07-09T15:33:01.952-06:00Edinburgh Sunset<p>So the truth is that I haven't been up to much today other than packing (I had a 20 kg weight limit for my plane ride and had to figure out how to get my suitcase below that... And I had success! 19.4 kg), flying, riding in taxis, catching up on overdue Skype conversations and getting completely drenched in what the people from Edinburgh call "not even a shower".</p>
<p>But as I ate dinner in my hotel restaurant, I caught a glimpse of a beautiful landscape beyond the hotel, so I climbed up the hill beside the hotel and snapped some photos.</p>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-23942187404130794742011-07-08T16:43:00.001-06:002011-07-08T16:43:24.754-06:00St. Paddy's Land<p>After getting a good deal on a hotel in Dublin on one of my travel websites, I added Ireland to my UK trip. Even though the trip has been quite quick, I've thoroughly enjoyed Ireland and can see why it's been the beautiful backdrop for many a movie.</p>
<p><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5916860504" target="_blank"></a>The one thing I was told I HAD to do in Ireland was drink a pint of Guinness. Not being a particularly huge fan of beer, and even less so of dark beer, I not only obliged, but took a step further and visited the Guinness Storehouse (essentially a museum) and got my certificate for mastering the perfect Guinness pour. I also managed to consume my requisite pint.</p>
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<p>Today I got up bright and early (I don't care how early you get up, it's likely too early if you're setting your alarm before 6 am on vacation!) to take a trip to Connemara and Galway City. It was in Connemara that I could see every romantic Irish movie ever made, and it was great to be there, jumping on the bog and walking along the side of the road next to the sheep.</p>
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<br>Galway Cathedral. The inside is made of Connemara marble.<br><br><p class=""><a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6132/5916868978_8cdc393cee.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6132/5916868978_8cdc393cee.jpg" id="blogsy-1310164954069.8574" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></p>
<br>Connemara countryside.<br><br><p class=""><a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6150/5916873090_d8d5028c6e.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6150/5916873090_d8d5028c6e.jpg" id="blogsy-1310164954099.0837" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></p>
<br>Kylemore Abbey<br><br><p class=""><a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5916316213_7cd2f65a60.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5916316213_7cd2f65a60.jpg" id="blogsy-1310164954035.5178" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></p>
<br>Killary Harbour<br><br>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-78718952699126857762011-07-07T03:38:00.001-06:002011-07-07T03:38:30.441-06:00Snapshots<p>If I've learned anything while traveling, it's that you simply have to pause, enjoy the moment and know that you can never adequately capture an experience in a photograph or describe it in words. But as my train zips along the Welsh coast somewhere just beyond the Penmaenmawr train station, I want to attempt it, no matter how impossible a feat, (that is, during the moments my view is obscured by tunnels or walls) if only so that I can remember this serendipitously beautiful moment.</p><p>A rainbow stretches across the bay, though not quite full as the right side fades into the low cloud cover that brings a hazy blanket to cover the rolling hills just beyond the bay. Ahead of us, and visible on the left of the bay, a low, tree-covered hill holds the tunnel we are about to pass through. And to my right, endless stretches of sandy beaches with gentle waves rolling up on the shore - the same kind of beach that always invites me to pull off my shoes and walk in the area where water meets sand.</p><p>There are castles and city walls and sheep, all set against the Welsh countryside - green, rolling hills and the occasional rocky hill thrown in the mix. Some fields contain cows, normally not an exciting sight, but British cows are the cow-iest kinds of cows: white and covered in black patches. And rolling through towns, the train window affords me a glimpse of old houses and churches nestled in among the hills.</p><p>I did snap a picture, but with the angle I wanted, there was no way to avoid the reflection of the train window. So it will serve only as a reminder of a beautiful sight I witnessed on an unexpected July morning.</p>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-21249120168723383142011-07-05T16:44:00.001-06:002011-07-05T16:44:11.820-06:00Penny Lane is in My Head<p>It's Tuesday, I think.</p>
<p>I left London on Friday to head to Bristol and spend the weekend with some good friends from home. She is pregnant and had her 30th birthday while I was there, so it was a good time to visit! We spent the weekend going for a lot of walks, celebrating with some of their friends and going for dinner at a fabulous restaurant (if ever in Bristol, Zizzi's was amazing!). I also stopped to smell a LOT of flowers, which didn't abode well for my once dormant allergies.</p>
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<p><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5906162205" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5906692308" target="_blank"></a>Monday while they worked, I headed off to Bath to take a tour to Stonehenge, see the Roman Baths and take a free walking tour of Bath. I was tired by the end of the day, and moderately underwhelmed by Stonehenge, so my photos reflect this. I will post a "true" picture of my Stonehenge experience: surrounded by tourists! (of which I am one, I know. Sigh.)</p>
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<p>Today I hopped on a train to Liverpool. Not really knowing what to expect, other than knowing it was the birthplace of the Beatles, I've really enjoyed Liverpool. As it turns out, the entire dock is a World Heritage Site because so many of the individual buildings had already earned that distinction. While there, I had to take a Beatles tour, of course, and I was glad that it was accessible to even me, who enjoys Beatles music but doesn't know much beyond that.</p>
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<p>This inconspicuous looking house is where John Lennon grew up!</p>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-44801017708616506052011-06-30T12:43:00.001-06:002011-06-30T12:43:32.383-06:00When You're Tired of London, You're Tired of Life<p>There are places in the world more different than Reykjavik than London, but at the moment, it hardly feels like two places could be more different. I got my first London wake-up call when I went to watch the changing of the guard yesterday morning only to discover I was too frustrated with the crowds to stay until the end and escaped instead to Green Park to sit under a tree and read. Vowing to avoid all places touristy, I started ambling along only to break my vow when I stumbled on Westminster Abbey.</p>
<p>Traveling in London has given me a bit of a traveler's epiphany: I want to see a place for what it is, not what the postcards and travel books make it out to be. In London, that means accepting the fact that a million tourists are going to get in your attempted shots of Buckingham Palace and Westminster Abbey, so understand that is part of the package and photograph accordingly. It also helped me get through today, when a massive strike/demonstration meant the tour bus I was on got utterly off-track. I decided to hop off the tour bus and just walk, ending up seeing a side of London you don't see every day: the London filled with Police everywhere and the London street full of people picketing and marching for whatever justice they are demanding. The Julie that would have been eager to check sites off a tour list would have been frustrated at the inconvenience, but with this new travel paradigm (which I started to develop in China) of just wandering to see what you see, I must say I ended up enjoying the day.</p>
<p>Of course, it can't hurt that in two days in London, I haven't felt a drop of rain. (it was threatening while I was on my river cruise today, but I missed the rain ducking into a Starbucks for a reading break)</p>
<p>So the pictures I share of London are less focused on all the famous sites (though I did get a nice photo of the parliament buildings and Big Ben) and more on the things I found interesting along the way. Google images, I'm sure, will provide much better pictures of the famous buildings and parks, though sadly, they won't have my face in them. ;-)</p>
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<p><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5886128918" target="_blank"></a>A butler out walking dogs in Green Park near Buckingham Palace.</p>
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<p><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5885563539" target="_blank"></a>Tourists clamor to take pictures with the guards.</p>
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<p><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5888028165" target="_blank"></a>Possibly the most useful signage in all of London, "look right" reminds you which way the cars are coming from on this side of the pond so you don't inadvertently walk in front of one!</p>
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<p>Police walk with the peaceful strikers.</p>
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<p>A group of teenagers (I think? My age radar has been way off lately) also demonstrates. I find it kind of ironic seeing as how I think the strike was somehow related to pensions, but it's nice to see they are thinking of their future.</p>
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<p>One of only two photos of famous sites I'll post, we saw the bridge go up on the Tower Bridge during our river cruise. The guide seemed to imply it was some sort of treat, but also said it happens 500 times a year... Don't know that I'd call that a rare occurrence.</p>
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<p>And finally, the Parliament buildings and Big Ben.<br></p>
Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-65285684313960910572011-06-27T15:38:00.001-06:002011-06-27T15:38:12.545-06:00Landmannalauger<p>Today, I booked a last minute tour to Landmannalauger. I haven't figured out exactly what the name refers to, but my day involved another waterfall, multi-colored mountains, swimming in a natural hot spring stream, hiking through a lava field and driving the 4x4 tour bus through some fairly barren landscape.</p>
<p><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5878194925" target="_blank"></a>It's my last night in Reykjavik. Tomorrow, I'm hoping to get in a run along the harbor before I fly off to London. I'm a little worried because the luggage weight limit is lower than it was flying out here... And lower than my bag weighed in at... So I guess I'll have to wear a few more layers to fly into Britain!</p>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-64151952724223690632011-06-26T15:12:00.001-06:002011-06-26T15:12:09.303-06:00Golden Circle (Iceland Part Three)<p>Iceland is growing on me very quickly, though it's hard to say whether that can be attributed to it's sheer beauty and the amazing people and how much of that is due to my need for "nesting" and the fact that I have been here long enough to know my way around my little corner of Reykjavik.</p>
<p>Yesterday, I had the funnest time I've ever had doing laundry. There is a little cafe called the Laundromat Cafe, and in addition to having a great conversation with the girl seated next to me at the bar after dinner, I met a couple from Edmonton (my home town) and had a glass of wine with them as we all waited for our laundry to dry.</p>
<p>Here are a few pics from biking around yesterday and climbing up the eight-storey, tallest tower in Reykjavik.</p>
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<p>Today was an absolute highlight. My aunt had a connection with a tour guide from her recent trip to Iceland, and I joined him and a nice family from Norway to tour Iceland's Golden Circle and snowmobile across a glacier. The tour was given from a luxury 4x4 and included off-roading up crazy hills and driving through glacial rivers. Thanks Svenni!</p>
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<br>View at Thingvellir National Park, site of the Icelandic Assembly.<br><br><p class=""><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5874435596" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/5873872293_2a5c2d38ca.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/5873872293_2a5c2d38ca.jpg" id="blogsy-1309122698372.5112" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></p>
<br>Gullfoss Waterfall<br><br><p class=""><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5874447200" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3096/5874435596_7e9f0b8050.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3096/5874435596_7e9f0b8050.jpg" id="blogsy-1309122698435.138" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></p>
<br>View from my snowmobile<br><br><p class=""><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5874447200_4b55364f07.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5874447200_4b55364f07.jpg" id="blogsy-1309122698387.7979" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></p>
<br>On the middle of a glacier<br><br><p class=""><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5069/5873892399_cbb9a7cd30.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5069/5873892399_cbb9a7cd30.jpg" id="blogsy-1309122698435.5012" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></p>
<br>Strokkur, the geyser, goes off every five to seven minutes<br><br><p class=""><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5874460636" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/5874455368_ef190a4af9.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/5874455368_ef190a4af9.jpg" id="blogsy-1309122698430.8484" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></p>
<br>Hot pots in a meadow<br><br><p class=""><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5183/5874460636_5e8ca89a43.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5183/5874460636_5e8ca89a43.jpg" id="blogsy-1309122698434.4304" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></p>
<br>Crater lake<br><br>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-25549886029283851562011-06-25T13:25:00.001-06:002011-06-25T13:25:08.734-06:00More from the Other-World (or Iceland Part 2)<p>The wonders of Iceland have been keeping me busy and active, but with D leaving today and a nasty cold slowing me down, I've finally gotten an afternoon to explore Reykjavik and sit in a coffee shop and back up some pictures. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to upload the pictures from today's excursions, but I'll post a few from Thursday and Friday - busy days spent horse back riding, lounging in the Blue Lagoon and hiking through Thorsmork.</p>
<p>Icelanders are weird. I say that somewhat hesitantly, being of Icelandic heritage myself, but as I've walked around and observed, I've seen a variety of people in homemade bunny costumes, in whale costumes, and most recently some sort of oddly dressed bachelorette party (I can only assume) in which one girl actually had cups in her hair. Of course, the highlight from my colorful characters of Iceland tour was the young man being towed behind a truck on a platform playing drums... Shirtless with the tan line from a bikini top (I can only imagine it was a spray-on tan). To top off all of these interesting observations, I heard a statistic on a tour the other day that 70% of Icelanders won't deny the existence of the "hidden people" (trolls, dwarves and elves... There are three kinds.).</p>
<p>Of course, they are also very endearing, and I haven't met one yet who wasn't friendly and accommodating. When my tour bus driver forgot to pick me up on Wednesday, one of the staff from the tour company ran from his office to collect me at my guesthouse and walk me over to the harbor for my whale watching tour.</p>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-82293257311470626172011-06-23T03:23:00.001-06:002011-06-23T03:23:26.276-06:00In a Word - Wow! (or Iceland Part 1)<p>Iceland has a beauty that is haunting, surreal and volatile. As one of my professors told me before I left, Iceland is different than anywhere else in the world... This was reinforced as my tour guide pointed out some "fake crater" formations and mentioned that this is the only place you can find them on earth... But you can find them in Mars!</p>
<p><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/62149844@N07/5862957294" target="_blank"></a>I could wax poetic forever about Iceland, but instead I'll post some pics from my trip yesterday out to Jokulsarlon Glacier Lagoon.</p>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-54744949057491279902011-06-13T21:40:00.003-06:002011-06-13T21:45:55.810-06:00There's No Need to PanicOn Thursday, I leave Charlottesville.<div><br /></div><div>While I am sure that everything will be fine, my apartment is currently in a state of almost-complete disarray and I worry simultaneously that I won't get everything out of my apartment and that what I want to take to Boston with me will not fit in my car.</div><div><br /></div><div>It should all be fine, but these are the things you think about when you can literally count in hours the time you have to get everything done.</div><div><br /></div><div>But it will all be fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Someone recently posted a comment asking what I've been up to... well... since I finished my last exam over a month ago, I've somehow managed to keep myself busy with things as random as strawberry picking and roller coasting riding (twice!), have taken many, many trips (to the Outer Banks, DC, Boston for an apartment, Louisville for my roommate's wedding), did two consulting mini-projects, said "see you later" to a lot of friends, and slept in many, many times. The past few weeks have seemed like "filler" weeks while I wait for the highlight of the summer - Thursday's "move" (aka transfer of stuff to storage to Boston) and subsequent Europe trip. In exactly a week, I will be in Iceland.</div><div><br /></div><div>So now you know what life is like for a post-graduate, pre-work Dardenite. I think my experiences have been pretty typical, judging from conversations around C'ville and pics on Facebook. Stay tuned for pics from my summer travels!</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070638.post-20452830174493390262011-05-22T15:52:00.004-06:002011-05-22T16:03:03.611-06:00Ah, So There's the HypeIn my last blog post, I noted that there was little fanfare as I finished the last requirements of my degree. Fast forward through a week and a half of strawberry picking, roller coaster riding, running along the beach and partying like I'm in a Freddy Prinze Jr. movie to TODAY, and I got my fanfare.<div><br /></div><div>My parents flew in all the way from Edmonton, Canada to join me in the graduation festivities weekend, and it has certainly been a busy weekend filled with receptions, pig roasts and, appropriately, a visit to Thomas Jefferson's Monticello. Today was the BIG day, in which I attended not just one, but two, graduation ceremonies - the "final exercises" on the UVA Lawn and the ceremony on the Darden grounds where I actually received my degree.</div><div><br /></div><div>And so, with that, this chapter of my life ends. I tried to avoid goodbyes today, feeling fortunate that I could pinpoint times that I will see most of my good friends here again in the near future. I've been so honoured to have my parents in town, AND to have had family watching from across the continent (well, from Canada, more accurately) on the Darden stream as I was "conferred" my degree.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today officially marks the beginning of my three month vacation and I'm excited about heading back to the Outer Banks tomorrow to kick off my summer travels and spend some time with my parents. </div><div><br /></div><div>Congratulations to all my fellow graduates - I am truly honoured to be a part of the Darden Class of 2011.</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02313121244109624483noreply@blogger.com3