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Why You Need to Stop Being So Stubborn

© Krista Stryker 2011
Anyone you ask will tell you that I am a notoriously stubborn person.  I am highly aware of this, and, admittedly, even a little proud of it at times.

Ask me to do something and I will undoubtedly want to do its opposite.  The words you have to do/try/read/watch/etc. are my biggest turn offs; the second they come out of someone's mouth I completely shut down.  This is true even when I know that person has my best interests at heart, and yes, even when I know that I probably will like the food/blog/film recommended to me.

I just don't like to be told what to do.

Stubbornness as an asset

I know I'm not alone here.  I come from a bright and incredibly stubborn family and I'm convinced that Westerners in general are a dogged breed.  Also, my generation (Gen Y) has a reputation for being ornery, spoiled brats (it's true). 

Without a doubt, there have been times where my stubbornness has helped me.  Like my refusal to sign on to a boring, unchallenging job/career where my soul will slowly be sucked from me.  Or when I decline to eat meat even though a good friend tells me I just have to try it (I've been a vegetarian by personal choice since I was six years old).  Or when I use my stubbornness to stand up for what I believe in (the environment, politics, religion, etc.) and refuse to give into other people's views.

I'm sure you've had times like these too.  This is when stubbornness is at its best, blending with morality to give you your unique personality and views on life and humankind.

When stubbornness is a liability

Though it can be a useful attribute at times, stubbornness in its usual form is disadvantageous and leads to a negative outcome.  Being bullheaded just for the sake of not giving into someone else's desires is more often than not detrimental to a person's own well being.  

Sound familiar?

How often have you not tried a bite of food that actually looked pretty good just because the person offering it to you was being over-the-top pushy?

Do you ever refuse to do something that you actually want to do because another person (your partner, family member, friend, etc.) wants you to?

Have you ever protested against reading to/listening to/watching something just because it was popular or "everyone liked it" even though you actually wanted to read/listen/see it?

I have.

Stubbornness can hurt you - literally! 

One of the things I've been most stubborn about for years now is doing yoga.  I've rallied against it, refusing to practice it myself and even telling others that it was lame and not to do it.  Yes, I had some legitimate reasons to avoid it (it doesn't burn many calories, should not be a person's only form of exercise, etc.), but I was mostly just stubborn.  

Well, my avoidance of yoga and most recovery-centered exercise came back to bite me in the butt.  Doing only intense (HIIT) exercise six or seven days a week broke my body down and left me with injury after injury - shin splints, a misplaced rib, pulled muscles, even a broken bone in my foot.  My stubbornness was literally hurting me.

So I gave in.  I've been doing a little yoga here and there, no 90 minute classes, mind you (I can't think of a worse torture), but some stretching and poses a few times a week after my other workouts or on rest days.  I still find it boring, and would much rather be doing something more active, but I will freely admit that I am less injured than I was without it.

I let go of my stubbornness, admitted my inflexible view on yoga had been pure bullheadedness, and felt a weight lift from my shoulders in the process.

Admitting you're wrong

Letting go of your stubbornness can be tough.

Admitting you were wrong to be stubborn in the first place can be even harder.

But the next time you're feeling stubborn, ask yourself, am I standing up for something I believe in, or just being stubborn for pride's sake?  If the answer is the latter, try to budge a little and admit your mistake.  You'll become a better, more open-minded (and happier!) person because of it.

PS.  Smiling helps too - a smile can help you realize how ridiculous you're really being and lighten up the situation (my go-to method for letting go).  

A Letter to New York

© Krista Stryker 2011 
Dear New York,

It's been quite a year.  I know a lot of people love you, but honestly, I think you're a bitch.
  
Here are my biggest complaints about you:
  • Your winters are hell.  Seriously, six feet of snow?  For months on end? I've never hibernated so much in my life.  
  • Your summers are also hell.  Being covered in sweat and dirt with a blanket of humidity for months on end does not appeal to me.  And you should cover up that awful pee smell that permeates your alleyways and subways for most of July and August.
  • It is way too expensive to do anything in NYC.  You bled my pockets dry.
  • 1,000 square feet is not a big apartment.  Us native West Coasters would like some breathing room, please.
  • Central Park does not qualify as nature.  It's manmade!
  • New York is no place for the extremely claustrophobic folk (a.k.a. me, and my dog).  I feel like I'm in a video game when I try to navigate your streets - always trying to make it to the end of the game before I am trampled by mobs of people (who don't give a shit about me).  
  • Your garbage-laden, bum-filled, nature-barren streets do not bring me joy.  On the contrary: they actually crushed my dreams.
  • All anyone does in New York is work, sleep, drink, eat (optional), repeat.  This is not a life.
I'm being harsh.  It's not like I haven't gotten anything out of the experience.
  
In fact, I want to thank the forces of the universe a thousand times for bringing me here.  I've learned several incredibly valuable lessons during my stay (but am so glad it was only for a year): 
  • I am not a person who needs seasons.  I would be incredibly happy with mild, sunny weather all year round.  F#*& winter.
  • I like people.  I just don't like swarms of them.
  • I do actually crave being around nature.  And by nature I mean mountains, lakes, rivers, and deserts, not Central Park.
  • I want to have hobbies and a life outside of my job, not just be so depressed by the work I'm doing that I drink myself to sleep.
  • Having a car is pretty damn convenient sometimes (sorry, environment - I went carless for three years, that counts for something, right?).
  • I like the idea of being around creative, interesting people, but I think I could find those in San Francisco, or in just about any other metropolis in the world and not have to live in the hellhole that calls itself New York.
Sorry, New Yorkers.  Feel free to stay in your beloved city.  I'm off to enjoy better things!

PS.  Someone really should do something about that pee smell.  It's damn disgusting.  

The Struggle of Balancing Life and Your Creative Passions

It happened again this week.

This was the week I was going to get my act together.  I was going to finally do all the things I've been wanting to do - things that will help to satisfy my creative cravings and get me closer to a creative career where I'll be able to do big things and actually make money from them.

© Krista Stryker 2011
But then life transpired.

Obstacles, obstacles 

Yesterday, my husband woke up sneezing like crazy.  It's officially allergy season in New York City, and he decided it would be best to work from home.

Of course, in our tiny New York apartment (tiny is a relative term - our place may seem big to native New Yorkers but seems small to us native West Coasters), two people working from home causes problems.  And since he's the one with the job that actually brings in the money to pay for our New York lifestyle, he gets priority.

By the time I cleaned the house (to help stifle his allergies), took the dog on a few walks (since we don't have a yard), took care of some boring adult responsibility stuff, and made a meal or two, my workday was shot.  Sure I got some reading done, and worked on my website a bit, but nothing that took a lot of deep thinking.

I gave it another try today.  I got up bright and early thinking I would slam some stuff out before the rest of the household woke up.  I put on some oatmeal to cook, turned the teapot on, and sat down to work.

But of course that didn't happen.  One thing popped up after another - responsibilities that had to be dealt with, lest our little family be thrown out on the street with no place to go because we couldn't manage our bank account, pay our bills, etc.  Before I knew it, it was 11 am and I hadn't gotten any actual work done.  I still had to exercise, grocery shop and meet a client in just a few hours.  Creative work would have to wait.

Where does the time go?  

Finding a balance between life, work and creativity is not an easy thing to do.  And especially since because my creative interests are not bringing in the dough (yet!), they're usually classified as second priority.  

Logically, I know the answer is simple: make time. 

There are plenty of authors and famous artists with day jobs and families.  They often get up at 3 or 4 in the morning, sacrificing their sleep (and probably health and longevity) for their art.

But extremes have never worked out well for me.  I know myself well enough to know that if I start trying to get less than six hours of sleep each night I will get burnt out quickly, and everything - my work, my creative drive, as well as my responsibilities - will go to shit.

The most puzzling thing to me is that I don't even do the things that "normal" people tend to do.  I don't go out much.  I don't have much of a social life.  I rarely watch TV (with the exceptions of 30 Rock and The Office).  I could cut back on the amount of exercise/dog walking I do, but those are the things that keep me sane, so that would probably be a bad idea for everyone.

I haven't figured out the solution yet.  I'm sure there will be a lot of trail and error.  But I'm determined to find a balance, and not let life's responsibilities get the best of me.

How to Survive in New York

© Krista Stryker 2010
I've lived in New York for almost a year now, and anyone who has met me knows I'm not the biggest fan of the concrete jungle.  


This paragraph written by Hugh MacLeod, author of Evil Plans: Having Fun on the Road to World Domination and former Manhattan resident, perfectly sums up my feelings about living here:


In New York, you always think that if you try harder, work longer hours, make more money, spend more time at the gym, put more effort into networking, read more books, go to bed earlier, drink less booze, avoid negative people, be less shallow about the whole sex thing, be more supportive to your close friends, eat more vegetables and stop smoking so many damn cigarettes, you will eventually be able pull off that great Miracle Of Miracles i.e. you’ll finally, finally, finally be able to live in Manhattan while simultaneously leading a healthy, productive, emotionally-balanced life. 



- Hugh MacLeod