that time I drove 250 miles on the “wrong side” of the road

Last month over Thanksgiving I went to Europe for 10 days. You can read what I posted before I left here. 

I spent some time with a great friend of mine in the UK then spent 5 days in Italy on my own. 

Trying my hand at traveling abroad alone was really important to me, I’ll share more about that another time, but even when I wasn’t alone there were some things I felt were really important for me to try on this trip. Some were specifically meant to challenge me. Not because anyone put me up to it or ever doubted me or but simply because I wanted to challenge myself.

One of these little adventures was driving a car in the UK. 

My friend Marie who’s studying in London and I decided to getaway from the city the day after my arrival. Some friends of hers joined in on the fun and the 2 of us (3 Americans, 1 Britt) rented a car, drove out to Stonehenge, then to Bath, returning to London late the next evening. 

Easy enough... In theory. And it was... In retrospect. But I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit to realizing only when I was behind the wheel, about to turn into traffic on a Saturday afternoon in central London, that this adventure was a little ambitious.

I wouldn’t call it one of my bucket list items, I’ve just always thought it’d be fun, just a different sensation, to drive “on the other side of the road” in England. 

I was confident while planning the trip with Marie, it was actually my idea; and I kept reiterating my confidence while she relayed the plans to her friends. But again I’d be lying if I said that deep within me (maybe not even all that deep) there was a twang of anxiety. 

But the girls trusted me, the rental car company trusted me (I am 27-- well beyond the minimum age to be eligible to rent a car!), and I trusted me. Which is why the moment I drove barely 10 feet in the parking garage and realized, “Okay, this would have been enough of a British driving experience for me” I knew my confidence and I were in for an interesting next 36 hours. 

But I felt good. I still held a majority of my confidence. I also had a hotel booked, dinner and brunch reservations made, and had the 3 young women I had sold on this trip in the car with me. I was stuck. 

I took a deep breath, told myself and the girls that I was ready, and pulled out onto the street. 

I drove nearly 100 miles from central London to Stonehenge (including about 20 minutes through the heart of London) without issue. I navigated the car through round-about after round-about with the help of my patient passengers. We missed exits and re-found our way. 

But as it became dark I grew tired and the rural roads between Stonehenge and Bath had no (and I mean no) street lights. On top of this the road we were driving along was literally on the edge of a cliff; fortunately I had to really focus straight ahead so only learned this after the fact.

I kept reminding myself that this was an adventure; that this was a challenge I had wanted to undertake. And that there was literally no way to stop. 

I only realized my own exhaustion and desire for the journey to be over when I started to mentally calculate how much longer we had before we reached Bath. We had been on the road for nearly an hour and a half since leaving Stonehenge. I expected there to be about 15 minutes remaining but when I learned that my cautious driving put us 35 minutes away from Bath my stomach sank. Everyone in the car could feel it. 

It was then I realized that I had a choice. I could let my stomach stay dropped and spread my anxiety I was in or I could be positive and tell myself, and the girls in the car -- who had entrusted their safety to me on this trip that I had planned to push myself -- that we’d get there soon enough! I went with the latter. 

We made it to Bath probably 40 or 45 minutes after that estimation. 

Bath was well worth the at times stressful journey. And the drive back to London, while riddled with traffic and a slight rush to return the rental car before the office closed, was relatively easy.

I had certainly gotten the hang of driving in London. So much so that looking back on the trip now, a month later, the drive seems so easy.

What’s also funny to think back on is that when Marie and I got back to her flat on Sunday night I exhaled deeply, she once again told me what a good job I did, and I admitted to her the thought I had the moment before driving out onto the busy street of central London. She looked at me, her mouth slightly open with a look of disbelief, regret, annoyance, relief, and maybe a little proud of me and said, "Ohh Scudds. I’m really glad you didn’t tell me that right then. Maybe don’t tell the others." 
  Adventure/challenge #1 of my trip down fueled by British diesel gas and positive energy; adventure #2 was up. 

off I go!

Tomorrow I am hopping on MARTA, heading to the airport, and flying over to Europe. This trip is one part vacation, one part adventure, one part avoidance of the Atlanta airport over Thanksgiving, and one part personal challenge.

I say all of these things because I will be spending some of my time in the UK with one of my very best friends who is studying overseas right now then hopping a flight to Rome on Monday to pop around the city (day trip to Pompeii included) by myself. I have shared some thoughts on solo travel and solo international travel here but this is the first time I have done it for an extended period of time and abroad. 

While I know that loads of people -- women of course included -- have ventured off on their own many times before me, this is something new for me so something I am really looking forward to, but with slight reservation. 

No reservation because I’m scared or even anxious, my anticipation is truly all excitement based. I just have no idea what it’s going to be like. I have no idea what it’s going to be like staying by myself in a hotel for 5 days and 4 nights. I have no idea what it’s going to be like to have no one to meet up with or really talk with for those 5 days and 4 nights. I have no idea what it’s going to be like to decide entirely what my plans are, in a foreign city. And I certainly have no idea how it’s going to be communicating with my Italian counterparts, since, well, I don’t speak a lick of Italian. 

It might be terrible. But I might love it. And even if I don’t love it I am excited for the experience and the adventure and to learn whatever it is I learn about myself during this trip.

Stay tuned-- pictures to come! 

sometimes you have to hit pause

I have been beyond delinquent on posting this fall. I have been busy with some side-projects which anyone who follows my blog will surely learn about soon (....) still, I have been frustrated with myself in just how long I've gone without posting anything. I have found myself time and time again beginning to write something, sometimes drafting nearly an entire post, or just jotting down a few notes for an idea on the blogger app but then never coming back to these for weeks.

So why this big pause? 

There's been no funk, no mild seasonal depression with the one cold snap we've had here in Georgia (40s during the daytime a handful of days which earns a "brr" down here... I barely recognize myself anymore!) 

I just needed a little break to focus on a few other things.

Taking a pause like with without having to explain it is something we all need sometimes. It's not something we can enjoy in all facets of our lives-- most of us can't simply stop showing up to work without any notice or reason, mothers and fathers can't stop being parents, and there are other consequences for simply "hitting pause" on other relationships we have. So when and where we can take a necessary pause we should do it.

This is why when blogging --something I enjoy but is not critical to my existence or livelihood-- began to become something that was more taxing than enjoyable I cut myself some slack. I hit pause. 

I've been enjoying this little re-set button for my personal and professional mental state. Which is something I think we all require sometimes.

With the start of November, new projects, and new adventures coming up I plan to getting back to posting regularly but in the meantime cut me some slack :)

decide what to be and go be it

For much of last week I was so swamped that I wasn't thinking about how I wanted to show up and what my intentions were. Those days my mind felt clouded, my purpose wasn’t clear, and while I had happy and productive days, there were certainly things I dwelled on that I didn't need to and equally things I didn't think enough about.

On a stroll to Starbucks early Sunday afternoon I realized that I hadn’t thought about my intention in days. Since it was Sunday I decided that my focus didn’t need to be anything monumental. I had felt immensely fortunate over the past couple of days and I decided, with that in mind, that what I wanted to really pay attention to was being kind. I don't consider myself an unkind person by any means but I'm not sure that we all spend enough time really focused on and wanting to be kind.

The universe didn’t waste any time to put my intention to the test. Not a middle aged, homeless man was standing at the front door of Starbucks; his strong, musty scent introduced him before I looked up and saw him. He was thin with wild hair and oddly placed tatoos. He wore very loose, ripped shorts and a baggy tshirt. I couldn’t help but think that with his thin frame he could have been a petite model dressed in hipster fashions that girls like me would pin to their street style Pinterest boards.

I walked inside and he followed close -- very close -- behind. He stood no less than 6 inches behind me in the uncrowded line. He seemed a but many and was standing so close that in an effort to back up I walked out of line so he approached the counter before me. He ordered a cup of coffee and pulled out one dollar bill. The barista asked him if he had any more money; his drink was $1 and some change but he didn’t produce anything else. Not wanting to make a scene I stood quietly for a moment. I then asked what he was trying to order. The barista smiled and shook her head at me; she had just run the transaction and just charged him $1. He stood by me, still very close by, as she poured him a cup of coffee. He wasn’t looking at the pastries with any real longing but the least I could do it seemed was to ask if he’d like anything. He quietly scanned his options for a few seconds without even acknowledging my offer; then he declared, with the same excitement of a child after finally choosing an ice cream flavor, “Coffee cake!” 

I don’t post this to make myself feel good or to receive kudos for purchasing small pastry for a homeless man at a coffee shop. People do acts of kindness like this all the time. If I’m being honest I could do them a lot more frequently. 

I post this because it’s not everyday when you decide you want to do something and then are presented a perfect opportunity to do so, literally moments later. I felt lucky to have the opportunity to do something kind for someone else and be able to see the real result.

It was a good reminder about my intention to be more purpose oriented this month. Even though I got a little side-tracked some days, all of the days that I did operate with clear thought and intentions I was more productive (and not just with those specific plans or goals), more content, and I think happier.

Happy Tuesday, decide how you want to show up today and keep your eye on your own prize.

2nd PSL of the season. Don't hate, we all know these are delicious.

finding purpose on my daily commute

I committed to sharing my experience living more purposefully but life happened last week and writing posts fell towards the bottom of my to-do list. Luckily I was fortunate enough to attend part of Oprah's The Life You Want Weekend here in Atlanta which was, strangely enough -- but not all surprisingly -- very aligned with this focus on purpose that I'm living right now.

I'll share about the Oprah experience at a later point but for now I thought I'd share about a specific moment from last week when I could pinpoint this little experiment having a positive, real impact on me.

With my recent move (read about my feelings on moving here and here) I've been able to take MARTA, Atlanta's public transit system. To say that it has been a wonderful life change would be an understatement. 

MARTA gets a bad rap so hear (read) me out... Moving from another city with a huge traffic problem  but one that also has a strong public transit system (Washington, DC), it's been a challenge getting used to life without easy access to public transit. Enter: living less than 4 blocks from MARTA and working less than a half a mile from a transit station.

MARTA seems to be looked down on in Atlanta. But truth be told, it's cleaner and less crowded than all the other public transits I've taken on a regular basis. This is likely due to the fact that it's not all that popular, which is largely due to the fact that it doesn't run through the most convenient locations, but I digress.

I've been taking the train to my office 2-3 times a week for the past 3 weeks. Along with removing me from the mess that is Metro Atlanta traffic it gives me time to read and decompress, offers a little exercise as I walk to/from the stations, and costs no more than traveling via car.

A co-worker of mine has joked that he can tell the days I take MARTA since I just seem to be in a brighter mood.

The other day I was leaving the train and saw one of the other women in my office who takes the train into work. My immediate reaction was to avoid her. I hate to admit this but then again I think that's a pretty normal reaction: I had a 5 minute walk to my building left in my commute and part of me wanted to revel in my solitude. I rationalized to myself that it wasn't just so that I'd have a few more minutes of "me" time but since she had ear buds in surely she wouldn't want to chat; further even if she did I'm sure I would have startled her if I approached her. 

Just before I could finish talking myself out of saying hello I remembered a part of the intention I set for myself that morning. My intention was to really think about and connect with my coworkers on a human level. Not that I don't do this on a pretty regular basis but I had recently been asked to develop a team development program to encourage associates to get to know one another on a more personal basis. I figured I should walk the walk. But more so I really firmly believe that showing our authentic selves at work and getting to know the authentic selves of our coworkers is really important to our happiness and success at a company. I am friendly with a lot of my coworkers and close with a few but I knew that there was still room for improvement.

With that I quickened my pace and caught up to her. We had a very nice walk to the office together. Then two days later we walked to the train together at the end of the day. That time she saw me heading out and asked if I had driven or rode in; when I told her I took the train her face lit up, she asked if I'd wait 2 minutes for her to grab her things (I obliged), and when she got back to the door she said as we walked towards the elevators, "I've had no one to ever walk with since the interns left!"

My simple act, while small to me, was big to her. 

This was the point of my set purpose that morning. And being able to identify and see progress in these purposes and intentions is a big reason I've been starting my days with a set intention or two.

What about you? What are your intentions for the day or month or even longer term? Declare your purpose and start making progress now. 

purpose project: day 1

A good chunk of my time as a marketing manager is spent developing strategy. This makes sense since there needs to be a plan in place (even if just a basic, rough concept) before execution is possible. 

As I build my plans I consider multiple components such as the wants, needs, and motivations of my audience, the goals of my business, sales, and product partners, as well as the competitive climate, past results, projects results, and more.

At times it can seem like there are too many options or courses of action that can be taken. Sometimes it can be overwhelming. This is why for me, like many strategists, it often comes back to intent. Intent or what we want to happen as a result of our efforts critical in business. It helps answer a key operating question that a former manager and champion of mine would ask which is,  for the sake of what?

Increasingly I've been considering what would happen if I employed as much intent in my daily life as I do professionally. Not that I would want to have everything  planned out -- that's no fun -- but what would happen if I acted with purpose and intention daily. 

I believe that if I operate with a clear vision of my purpose and goals for each day I will be more productive, efficient, and happier.

This is why I've decided to live the month of September with intent. I'm calling it my purpose project.

I believe that by thinking through the intent, or the for the sake of what, behind our behavior we can better understand why we do the things we do and in turn, we will understand ourselves a bit more as well.

So if I won't be plotting or planning out everything I do what will this look like? I plan to be aware of my daily actions, activities, decisions, and choices. Plain and simply I want to start  each day by thinking about how I intend to be-- How do I want to show up throughout the day at my office and beyond? How do I want to make people feel? Maybe I've been having the tendency lately to snap at people; if so can I operate with more compassion and understanding? Have I been neglecting any friend or family member; if yes should I consider carving off some extra time to him or her? Or maybe I have been neglecting myself and I should consider carving off extra time for me. 

Far too many people live far too many days feeling as if they are simply drifting and going through the motions. My hope is that operating with intent and purpose will help resolve this. 

I'm not sure how an entire month of this will go and what the result -- if any -- will be but I intend (pun intended!) to find out. 

I'll post regularly (at least twice a week) on the experiment so check back frequently! 

making decisions: the importance of knowing what’s important to you

I moved earlier this month. Again. This is the 4th time that I’ve moved in 15 months. That’s all I’ll say about that. 

So why did I move? I had a really nice apartment, I was centrally located so I had great access to all the areas of Atlanta where I spend much of my time, plus moving is the worst. 

It’s pretty simple: I wasn’t able to walk anywhere from my old apartment.

If you’re familiar with Atlanta this is pretty common. Much of the city isn’t walkable. There are a handful of neighborhoods that are (Virginia Highlands, Inman Park, and Midtown, where I now live) but other major areas (Buckhead, Peachtree Hills, Brookhaven) are not. I knew this moving to the city and I had gotten pretty used to driving or taking Uber everywhere. So how and why did this become something that was so important to me that I would subject myself to yet another move? 

It wasn't until just a few months ago when a close friend was visiting me that I realized this was really bothering me and the first time I first realized I could pretty easily change it. It wasn't any earth shattering conversation but having an external party who I trusted and who knew me to help me extract and identify my prioritizes was really key for me. 

The challenge was that many of the places that are pedestrian friendly have low inventory and pretty high demand so I had to move quickly. I also had to prioritize what I was looking for in the actual unit. But after I acknowledged that my main goal was to move somewhere that was walkable my other priorities like having a gym, pool, washer/dryer, dishwasher, staying within my budget, having a balcony, distance to my office and so on, fell into their placed and were reordered accordingly and pretty easily. 

So what happened? How's my apartment? I landed in a new place within my budget, in the exact area I wanted, with all the amenities I wanted, that is except for a balcony.

Almost two weeks ago while I was unpacking and settling into my new place I felt these happy, proud feelings wash over me. I started to think about how fortunate I was that I come to this realization, that I had found a place in my ideal location within my budget, with nearly all my desired amenities all relatively quickly. Then I paused. It was more than simple fortune that led me to this new physical place in life. I had been very deliberate. I had done my research. I had been both diligent and realistic in my search. Most importantly I had taken the time to consider what I really wanted and prioritized accordingly. 

Easy right?

It was. So why not apply this focused approach in other areas of life? Why not employ this self-awareness and act deliberately in all facets of life.

As I through the steps that I took when prioritizing and then acting deliberately in my apartment search I realized these are really quite basic, but important.

Now it's easy to think about this for an apartment hunt. Priorities are things like location, amenities, price, etc. But surely the core of this concept is transferable. 

So what were they again?

1. Think about what you want. Sounds pretty simple, right? Well it is. What do you want? Great, that's your answer. Really, that's it. In whatever area of life it is, just think about what you want
2. Is this realistic? One of the things I want is a million dollars but that likely won't appear out of thin area. 
3. Not sure what you want? This is a critical piece of this exercise but you're not alone if you're just not sure. Don't be shy about talking it through with someone else; choose someone who knows you well and open up to him or her. This was invaluable for me in this scenario along with tens of others I've experienced and I'm sure ones that you've experience. 
4. Prioritize. What do you want most? This might be an exercise in getting to know yourself a bit but prioritizing your priorities is part of being a realistic adult. 
5. Go. Do it. Seriously. 

Again, any and all facets of life would benefit from more prioritization. What are some examples? Knowing and assessing your priorities when considering something big like taking a new job, or moving to a new city. Maybe you really want to be in New York City but this particular opportunity would require a pay cut or perhaps the role would be a lateral move and you want something a little higher so you decide to wait; that's okay. Or how about something as seemingly basic as deciding how you will spend your Friday evening-- do you want to go out or do you want to order Thai food and sit on your couch? It might not seem like it but this is both an ongoing question I face in my life and something I find far too many of my friends exert energy thinking about, actually worrying about. Setting your priorities straight will really help. 

At the end of the day with these and many personal decisions, there's no right or wrong answer. As long as you take the time to assess your own wants and needs then make your decision(s) based on that you're choosing the best thing for you. 

So get going. Get thinking and prioritizing and start moving through your life with focus and purpose.