I’m committing to trying a number of new disciplines and improvements in my life and I thought I would share some of the inspiration I’ve received from Claire Diaz-Ortiz, specifically. I appreciate her simple and personal approach which feels entirely empowering and never self-help-y.
Author, speaker and Silicon Valley innovator Claire’s book The Better Life is both a lovely personal manifesto on living well and an insightful offering of practical suggestions for small things we can all do, right now, right where we are to improve upon and add meaning to our lives.
Claire has graciously allowed us to excerpt content from The Better Life and I am including a call-to-arms she issues early in the book to get us all on our feet and ready to take our lives by storm.
“Set Your Intentions”
Like most of us, I want to be happier. Whether it’s waking up with more spark or going to bed more satisfied with my day, I want to open my life to the opportunity for greater joy. Continue reading
By Julie Lythcott-Haims
One summer evening when I was twenty-seven years old, I sat on the concrete slab porch of my house and bawled like a baby. I was living in Silicon Valley with my wonderful husband, and worked as a first year associate at a prestigious Bay Area law firm where I earned plenty of money and praise for my hard work. Yet, somehow, inexplicably, when it came to my work life (which felt like my whole life), I was miserable and had a knot in my stomach every Sunday night at the thought of going back to work the next day. To make matters worse, everyone seemed to think I had a great job, because of the money, prestige and other trappings of success that came with it. Moreover, I knew I had no right to be miserable—my parents were loving and supportive and they’d given me a great education. And with that strong foundation, I thought I’d done everything right—the right schools, activities, achievements, and now, job choice. As I sat on the cold concrete behind my house that night I tried to imagine my life as a map and then took an aerial view of it, and understood that somehow I’d ended up on the extraneous periphery of my own life. Continue reading