How our words contribute to the perpetuation of busyness. “I’m busy.” “Just trying to stay busy.” “I’m slammed.” “How’s it going?” Instead of how are you? We assume that something has to be going on and we’d much rather talk about it then you. “I never take all my vacation days.” What if our answer was “I’m free all week” or “My calendar…Stephen Oster
Written semi-regularly by Stephen Oster, a creative director in Seattle. Posts tend to focus on things relevant to designers, dreamers and dads, but all are welcome.
I want to work. I’m ready to jump in and dig myself out. I’m ready to care again. I’m ready to be challenged to the point of risking pissing my pants. I want to be a part of a team. I want to learn. I’m ready to be proud of my craft. Speaking of which, I want to be a craftsman again. I am ready.…Stephen Oster
How many times have you found yourself lost on an Instagram or Facebook rabbit trail only to come out of it depressed or full of wishes that can’t come true. How many times have you looked at a social feed and not wished you were doing something different? These feeds easily feed shame and regret and fear and discontent. We can’t compete…Stephen Oster
The office is palpable with a taste of dread. Something’s off. The energy is different this morning. You can’t place your finger on it, but it’s there. The glances as you pass others in the hallway are ones of fear or sadness. Something’s up. You reach your desk. The normal weekend banter doesn’t fill the background. It’s quiet! What the…Stephen Oster
God blooms the earth from frozen ground and small seeds. He burst open the grave of winter year after year after year and that’s just the scenery. That’s the setting. How much more the graves of our hearts? How much more the various needs and facets and branches of our lives? Spring is a time of growth, but it’s a violent time. It’s a tim…Stephen Oster