You know that feeling when you’re totally inspired by something (like a friend, someone on social media, an idea, anything really) and because of this thing, you’re filled with motivation and energy to change your life? But then, suddenly, that inspiration turns on you—and instead of feeling motivated and inspired, you now feel like sh*t, ashamed you haven’t accomplished anything close to that yet, or overwhelmed by all the ways you’ll never be enough? Asking for a friend.
I’m about to release my book, Find Your F*ckyeah: Stop Censoring Who You Are and Discover What You Really Want (via Chronicle Books, in September 2019!)—so naturally, I’ve been having a crisis of confidence, because, you know, sharing art is always terrifying. So, today’s voicemail is as much for me as it is for you—because I’ve learned some stuff about confidence you just CAN’T UNSEE, stuff that will change your life.
Hi hello hey there hiiiiii! Today I'm calling to clarify (1) no, you're not lazy, (2) no, you're not bad at your job, and (3) your brain is glitching, because—drumroll please—it turns out "multitasking" is a scam.
In this voicemail, I breakdown the science behind why multitasking is actually "switch-tasking"—and what that's doing to your ability to focus + get anything done. (Hint: very bad things. Your brain needs a hug.)
I also explain why your attention span is your only limited inner resource—and give practical tips for how to stay productive without giving into to the billions of dollars worth of advertising around "productivity," "efficiency," and "multitasking." Hint: studies show the most productive people do ONE thing at at time. (WTF?!)
Oh, and more heavy breathing, loud trucks, and threats of rain. Good stuff.
Hello! How the hell are ya? (hahahaha I’ve never said that in my life.) Today’s voicemail about mindfulness is for everyone rolling their eyes - because I don’t blame you. Meditation / mindfulness is uber trendy; it’s basically the “kale” of modern spirituality. Get ready for the simplest breakdown of mindfulness ever (no joke, I sum it up in four words), the garbled sound of wind in my earbuds, and a comment about my armpit sweat from way out of left field. You’re welcome.