<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300252996582726951</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:36:39.313-07:00</updated><category term='listening'/><category term='drinking water'/><category term='lululemon manifesto'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='SIGG water bottles'/><title type='text'>shopgirl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300252996582726951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030025949431964539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SaPEnM1R_KI/AAAAAAAAACA/8gkmet1dBLs/S220/P1010533.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300252996582726951.post-1930446754448183516</id><published>2009-08-31T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:06:42.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lululemon manifesto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listening'/><title type='text'>the sound of silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;More often than not, when I get a message from one of my friends in the middle of the week asking me to meet up for coffee or a drink, it's because they need a sounding board for whatever's bothering them.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty open minded so they know I would never judge them.&amp;nbsp; I take it to mean that I'm a pretty good listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lately though, I've noticed that I talk more and listen less.&amp;nbsp; This, coupled my with my lack of impulse control/gung-ho attitude, leads to a few cringe-worthy moments, especially when it comes to my personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Listen, listen, listen and then ask strategic questions."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Silence is underrated.&amp;nbsp; Maybe if I follow this particular rule, life would be a lot less complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300252996582726951-1930446754448183516?l=theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1930446754448183516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/sound-of-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300252996582726951/posts/default/1930446754448183516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300252996582726951/posts/default/1930446754448183516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/sound-of-silence.html' title='the sound of silence'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030025949431964539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SaPEnM1R_KI/AAAAAAAAACA/8gkmet1dBLs/S220/P1010533.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300252996582726951.post-2191993015357430177</id><published>2009-08-26T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:04:10.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lululemon manifesto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>chasing pavements</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SpTyBgcXctI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Cx-QNx6JDq0/s1600-h/n527096996_1066696_4679.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374186363062547154" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SpTyBgcXctI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Cx-QNx6JDq0/s200/n527096996_1066696_4679.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 147px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The pursuit of happiness is the source of all unhappiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;"You said it, bubba" -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;that pretty much sum up everything I have to say about this particular line in the manifesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I've been giving this a lot of thought the past few days.  It's not happiness per se that is difficult to achieve, it's letting go of the illusions we have about the things that we THINK will bring us happiness.  Expectations are rarely met, people we put on pedestals come crashing down.  We keep on chasing that impossible dream, not realizing we're already living the dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is left to do but to live in the moment?  Stop and smell those proverbial roses.  Eat a box of chocolate-covered marshmallows.  Laugh with a friend.  Happiness is in the here and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300252996582726951-2191993015357430177?l=theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2191993015357430177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/pursuit-of-happiness-is-source-of-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300252996582726951/posts/default/2191993015357430177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300252996582726951/posts/default/2191993015357430177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/pursuit-of-happiness-is-source-of-all.html' title='chasing pavements'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030025949431964539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SaPEnM1R_KI/AAAAAAAAACA/8gkmet1dBLs/S220/P1010533.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SpTyBgcXctI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Cx-QNx6JDq0/s72-c/n527096996_1066696_4679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300252996582726951.post-4242417477855049858</id><published>2009-02-24T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:02:42.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lululemon manifesto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIGG water bottles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking water'/><title type='text'>water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SaPdINsCATI/AAAAAAAAADA/iJQ7b8tQM6E/s1600-h/7523_30_4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306327919155609906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SaPdINsCATI/AAAAAAAAADA/iJQ7b8tQM6E/s200/7523_30_4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 66px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;So goes Cooleridge's ancient mariner when he was stuck in the middle of the ocean, but since I am comfortably ensconced on land, it shouldn't be a problem for me to follow the first manfiesto rule which is --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Drink fresh water and as much water as you can.  Water flushes unwanted toxins from your body and keeps your brain sharp.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to only drink 2 glasses of water a day, one before I left the house, and another before I go to bed.  The rest of the day, I either drink soda (regular, none of that zero percent sugar s***), juice, or ignore my thirst.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;While the term "as much as you can" is a subjective one, I don't think 2 glasses qualify.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Water IS important.  From a biological standpoint, it is essential because it plays a role in various key processes of the body from temperature regulation to detoxification of cells.  It's just difficult to keep this in mind when you're in the middle of a work day and there are a lot of other things that you'd rather do instead of standing up, walking 10 steps to the water cooler, grabbing a glass, filling it with water, drinking, and then walking another 10 steps back to your desk.  It's exhausting just thinking about it right?   So do what I do -- bring a water bottle to work, put it on your desk and sip away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a reusable water bottle, it's much better for the environment.  I love my SIGG water bottle.  It's lightweight, leak-proof (I just throw it in into my bag every morning without even worrying the contents soaking anything), and it doesn't cause your water to have a yucky after-taste that usually goes hand in hand with a re-used PET bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGG Water Bottles, available at Aura Athletica, R1 Level Power Plant Mall, Rockwell.  For more info, go to www.sigg.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300252996582726951-4242417477855049858?l=theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4242417477855049858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/water-water-everywhere-and-not-drop-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300252996582726951/posts/default/4242417477855049858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300252996582726951/posts/default/4242417477855049858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/water-water-everywhere-and-not-drop-to.html' title='water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030025949431964539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SaPEnM1R_KI/AAAAAAAAACA/8gkmet1dBLs/S220/P1010533.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SaPdINsCATI/AAAAAAAAADA/iJQ7b8tQM6E/s72-c/7523_30_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5300252996582726951.post-3272113178718170990</id><published>2009-02-24T00:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:02:00.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lululemon manifesto'/><title type='text'>the lululemon manifesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SaO4A3VE6uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/thfeskbv54M/s1600-h/manifesto_en.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306287110964439778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SaO4A3VE6uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/thfeskbv54M/s320/manifesto_en.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 206px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;man·i·fes·to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;A public declaration of principles, policies, or intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;When people first meet me and find out that I manag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;e a yoga wear store, they usually assume the following things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;1.  I'm a vegan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;2.  I practice yoga daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;3.  I live a balanced, healthy lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Unfortunately, it only takes a few minutes for me to po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;p their imaginary bubble because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;1. I am what my friends call a "meatatarian", a person who loves steak/hotdogs/bacon so much that "carnivore" is too feeble a word to describe my eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love yoga. I really do. But the only time I have to prac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;tice it is early in the morning and I value sleep much more than I do exercise. &lt;br /&gt;3. If you call not eating regular meals, imbibing copious amounts of scotch on weekends, and putting as much sugar as I can into my daily cup of coffee, then yes, I do live a healthy, balanced lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I don't exactly set a good example. I am a typical girl young enough to still feel invincible but old enough to realize that I couldn't get away with it forever. So, I decided to look to the Lululemon manifesto for inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the things in the list can be easily followed. How difficult could it be?  I guess I'll find out soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5300252996582726951-3272113178718170990?l=theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3272113178718170990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/manifesto-public-declaration-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300252996582726951/posts/default/3272113178718170990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5300252996582726951/posts/default/3272113178718170990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theshopgirldiaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/manifesto-public-declaration-of.html' title='the lululemon manifesto'/><author><name>shopgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030025949431964539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SaPEnM1R_KI/AAAAAAAAACA/8gkmet1dBLs/S220/P1010533.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EelWBx0LBhU/SaO4A3VE6uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/thfeskbv54M/s72-c/manifesto_en.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
