Kennedy Farr
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Kennedy Farr is a daily diarist, a lifelong learner, a dog lover, an educator, a tree lover, & a true believer that the best way to travel inward is to write with your feet: Take the leap of faith. Put both feet forward. Just jump. Believe.
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The Bircher Muesli Mutiny
Howdy to all of you super-outdoorsy souls who are already planning your menu for this spring’s camping, climbing, rafting, bicycling, kayaking, or hiking trip. It’s a general truth that dehydrated meals are the way to go when you’re going to be carrying any kind of weight on your back or in your boat . . . and it’s also true that while some of these expensive, ready-made meals that you buy in outdoor stores are pretty darned good, others are, at best, kind of mediocre. Why not set mediocrity aside and start each day on the trail with a fresh and energizing cup of Bircher muesli? It’s easy to make, and it tastes great.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Feast
One Tiny Leaf of Gratitude
I volunteer in a building that houses several different non-profit and county agencies. My position is one of those sit-at-your-desk type of jobs that is computer dominated, so I set a timer to ring on the hour. When my phone chimes, I take a short break from my office and go on a walkabout from one end of the building to the other, circle out and around the block, and re-enter the building with renewed focus and fresh energy to make a difference and change the world, one keystroke at a time.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Motivation
The Quest for the Perfect Pair of Jeans
While shoe shopping one day, I overheard two women analyzing their potential purchases. You could tell they were long-time friends, judging by the degree of unchecked criticism and frank counsel that they were dishing out to each other: You already have two pairs of those in your closet. Why do you want a third pair? . . . That pointy toe box makes your feet look like skis . . . Your calves are going to split the seams right out of those boots. The leather will never stretch that much . . . They’re way too narrow. The tops of your feet look like rising bread loaves. It was a brutal, but seemingly fair, exchange that was a testimony to how long these two had been friends or sisters. My bet was on sisters.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Styled
An Unexpected Inheritance
I worked one summer in the wilderness for an old-timer named Dinty. Dinty lived on an isolated homestead that had been pieced out of the surrounding national forest – "guvment land," as Dinty used to call it. It was a unique work opportunity for me, as Dinty lived in a roadless area with no phone, no electricity, and no running water. The best way I could describe his lifestyle is Honest Rustic. No frills and no complaints. Just plain ol' hard work in the midst of paradise.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Petlife
No GPS Required in 2021
With the advent of 2021 and the influential effects of 2020 still lingering, the interpretation and experience of my expectations have been altered . . . and probably a little bit damaged. The needle on my perfect-o-meter has been bouncing all over the place and unsettling my universe. I have been forced to stop. And listen. And recalibrate my position in this lively event called life.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Motivation
When You Have a Super $h!tty Boss
What to do? You have a job that you don’t mind getting out of bed for. Your commute isn’t all that bad. Your colleagues are good people – all except for that one Karen who karma dictates must be in your life at some point or another. The pay isn’t too bad, considering the hours and the energy required. You feel as if you are contributing to the world in some small or large way. You are lucky to be using the education that you are still making student loan payments on.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Journal
My Love/Hate Relationship with Crocs
Is there anything fuglier than Crocs? I mean, please, why would anyone want to be caught dead or alive wearing a pair of colorful rubber clown shoes that are stamped with "breathing" holes on the top and – wait for it – a functional/chic slingback strap?
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Styled
The Prodigal Hat
This morning I witnessed beauty in action. While driving downtown to my favorite coffee shop for my morning joe, I was gifted a rare vignette of gallantry. Generally, I prefer to pay homage to the fundamentals of coffee brewing in my own kitchen, but the second hand on the clock had been chasing me from the moment my eyes caught their first peep of fresh morning light. The alarms had done their jobs of multiple snooze . . . still, I had overslept. I dashed through my morning routine: showering, picking out which pair of shoes would dictate the dress for the day, untangling some knots in my hair borne of a fitful dream, walking the dogs, feeding the cats, finding the elusive keys. No time for coffee. Out the door and into the car, my purse and computer bag being tossed into the back seat. Rush, rush, rush.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Humans
To Hell with Enough
I was mud wrestling with an article I hoped to post. No doubt about it: I was stuck. I had conveyed what I wanted to say, the mechanics were neatly edited, the spelling passed the damn-autocorrect-homonym test. I scrolled down to my last paragraph, hoping that it was enough of a coda – enough of a message – enough of something/anything that would be good enough . . . all so I could click the “Submit” button and bid farewell to that unruly noodle of a thought wriggling inside my writing brain.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Motivation
The Beauty of Flying
Being on the receiving end of gaslighting sucks. I was out walking on a bitter and windy day along the harbor and indulging myself in a pity party and brooding over life’s meaner secrets. I kept repeating to myself that it ("it" being the relationship) was finally over. I was telling myself that I was done. That I deserved better. That I needed to stand up, walk away, and start over. Yet, there I was . . . yet trying to distill my anxiety and worry and resentment into a manageable state of forgiveness with which I could return home. Go figure, I know.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Humans
