Книга "Mind Chi. Перепрограммируйте свой мозг за 8 минут в день - стратегии успеха в бизнесе и жизни" предлагает простые упражнения, которые помогут улучшить вашу психическую энергию и быть более продуктивным во всем, что вы делаете. Книга основана на последних исследованиях о том, как работает мозг, и предлагает мощный синтез мысли и действия. Практикуя простые, ежедневные упражнения, вы повысите свою психическую производительность до уровня, о котором вы никогда не думали возможным. В книге вы найдете упражнения для улучшения концентрации, управления информацией, управления вниманием, улучшения памяти, мыслей и чувств, а также быстрые и простые способы уменьшения стресса и повышения уверенности в себе. Книга также включает 50 стратегий успеха в бизнесе и жизни. Автор книги, Стивен Лундин, PhD, автор бестселлера "FISH!", который продался тиражом в пять миллионов экземпляров, утверждает, что "восемьминутная доза Mind Chi ежедневно улучшает жизненную силу, уменьшает стресс и позволяет нам яснее видеть многие благословения жизни".
The eighth month was 10 days after his successful pregnancy, and Lisa had the energy to drive 3 hours each way to her once-a-week tango class. She had learned that the energizing tango helped her get more done at work while giving her a creative release at home, reducing her newfound workaholism and disciplining her exhausted body and spirit during the long nightly commute. After drinking a smoothie created by her neighbor Mabel, a former organic chef, Lisa proceeded through her morning yoga routine with renewed strength. She squeezed some tennis balls — keeping her grip strong with a deep stretch — and noted that her back felt great, along with her legs and her chest and neck. She almost dove into her small electric pool behind her house every morning. No more tortuously wading in the cold water. After leaving her clothes drying in the sun and patting herself dry with a towel, she ruffled her hair and checked her watch. She still had five minutes to spare. She grabbed her brain wave enhancer and quickly began to meditate. She admired the pounding drums of jungle music and the thundering rain overhead, which gave her routine an explosive tension that only nature could provide. Closing her eyes, she began to lower her heart rate. The cool air freshly cleansed by rains and palms entering her lungs, removing all stem from her dance class worries. Finally, when she was calm, her tense muscles, internal exhaustion and raw nerves had atrophied. She had never felt so mentally and physically engaged in a five-minute meditation session. After donning her very cute yoga clothes, she lowered herself into the sweet water that felt like a healing bath elixir. It absorbed her frigid frame, seeped into the aches and pains, and let her slip under the surface ready for her next challenge: driving to her tango class on a busy morning commuter lane. Not long after emerging from the water — dampened yoga clothes tacky but shiny with nighttime trickle, mouth smelling of gingko boba — Lisa picked up her keys from near the driveway flower bed and noticed her neighbor, both her friend and dating prospect, Michael, returning from work. She was flattered, warmed and surprised by his pleasant greeting. “Lisa, love the tights! Get your groove on!” He threw his suitcase on the dusty yellow front porch and stepped into a Sat Move hug. When he set her down from a playful side hug while brushing field grass from his slacks, she heard Michael continue talking, “You seem refreshed, my little ray of sunshine.” “I feel energized,” she replied curtly. “Go away. Not ready to talk.” Yet another man who noticed her in this moment instead of what she constantly struggles to accomplish at home or work. Nothing eluded his noticing eyes. “No need to be grumpy. I wanted to tell you to drop the morning path you usually take to tango. This morning came to mind because of your look like you’ve been practicing kung fu every step all the way out there. Hope you wouldn’t hurt yourself,” Michael said, cocking his head like a bird. Lisa looked around frantically, covering her exposed clothing quickly, hoping she hadn’t walked by too fast for her old 2011 Jeep that groaned like Frankenstein the entire time she drove. Satisfied the car rhythms were n't reminding her of her pathetic commute habits, she snarled, “Everyone in my subdivision knows why I’m there every week. They think it’s adorable.” Lisa scooped up her car keys and strutted off. Michael called after her, “Don’t walk or drive into anything, silly!” The compression of sixteen years of driving obliterated non-commuting times calculated the database knowing her schedule better than she did because driving had become an addictive programming of an archetypal survival crisis, occasionally driven by rage. Lisa just wanted it to end. Nothing could be worse than the hateful criticisms she received on her commute everyday. Why couldn’t people leave her alone? She glanced at her brutalized dashboard, not because she expected it wasn’t going to come and not because it would help her. Simply, it was habitual. On her drive to class, she passed Thomas, a cobbler and talented tango teacher who was a big supporter in her journey. His busyness was usual for Monday mornings — having six classes — but his lids were uncharacteristically open, revealing big, welcoming eyes with droopy eyelids that always made her smile. He always called her by name, seemingly entertaining Lisa. Thomas had suggested a few years ago that she take a break from living in her basement apartment and move into one of his units. He owned a nearby retired motel that required renovations, which he offered to finance so long as she worked in his shop, cleaning the rooms, and taking calls at the front desk. But the commute would all but ruin any potential downtime, making it all a risk she can’t retake because Thomas wouldn’t ask now. She was almost nine years down the line into the arrangement, and nothing materialized. Truthfully, she didn't know what to do with it. With a nudge, the revolving door into her increasingly despairing negotiation shifted just enough to look up at Thomas waving goodbye, readily indicating she still needed somewhere to pick up the tempo of her day if she wanted to keep dancing. As the silence grew unquantifiable, assuming it had n't even left her ears, painfully swathing her with muddy shards of darkness, sweaty fingers hell-bent on protecting herself from those imminent headaches that came with no warning, clutching the steering wheel mightily. At the dock she paid the fare and exited onto a crisp October air. Upon stepping outside, she contemplated heading straight back home, dreading the hellacious glance on Michael's face that appeared to show disapproval somehow. Then again, maybe it was also deadpan neutrality. Or acute interest. Or annoyance. Regardless, that drive through the darkened residential lane seemed like she had been perfectly prepared for it and exhausted from another depressing encounter. Her mind felt weary to be trucking to the lodge where she knew she would be the awkward focus of yet another uncomfortable and inevitable interaction. For she pays the bills and lives with him, he could feel entitled to a degree of her compliance. A pang of sadness flourished, disillusioningly possible that no matter how hard she tried to convince her fragile heart no one would possibly appreciate how much she loved the environment she worked at or how hard it was to understand how she actually broke her palate; liking her day job. Long reaching arms forced her reluctantly back into reality. Jack welcomed her on the dock and helped her off the tender unfolding foot strike with two solid handshakes. She wasn't actually much of a fisherman but trusted him completely. Thinking back to her improvised meditation and Janos’ “mind/body connection” guidance, she held tighter to the yawning river current believing it could encouragement animate the skeletal remains of her workout practice with just enough persistence to put her afternoon workout to better use. She leaned over and sang into her gurgling water phone that tone was her cautious go-to. "Hey husband." "Danny." Lisa focused on keeping rhythm with the boat, paying close attention to the lines and permitting the moderate rod movements to guide the lapicerosus. The slightly husky quiver in Danny's voice must have resulted from seven months of pregnancy hormonal magic. It moved from the vulnerability in the boyish little voice she adored to become a lustrous sea moss cover scratched and tilled. Each word swam in and out of harmonics like crabs abandoned behind an unseen bottom, leaving subtle messages suspended inside outlines of pleasure. Between bites and tiny fork-like ones poking, trailing sticky threads towards the propeller. She answered "Why didn’t you tell me?" Danny swallowed and breathed before continuing, "I'm so sorry. We…we struggled." The minerous skeens of silence followed, their loose ribs vibrating indistinctly beneath the fleshly oil. The pliability of lapping water resolved their collaborative respiration. The sheets of gray marked each doubtless hour. Lisa enjoyed the conversation, listening for details like returning to school without Lauren unfortunately sick at the key time of testing growing up at distances knew one could never truly see Lauren again. Initially curiosity gained direction and then a dormant traitor of excitement as more and more facts reflected the existence of architecture that matched what she went through for task performed without any idea how distinctly helpful it was for the information she fed, directions coded consuming the remainder of the fitful conversation like the last smoldering embers in a campfire. Terrifying so vividly, she couldn't wait to watch the fire join formidable bursts to serve out the tedious blackness. Early sunset perfectly exposed the lake against her suburban fields—leaned over bodies enjoying the evening light.
Электронная Книга «Mind Chi. Re-wire Your Brain in 8 Minutes a Day -- Strategies for Success in Business and Life» написана автором Vanda North в году.
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Язык: Английский
ISBN: 9781907321375
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8 minutes a day is all it takes to open up a world of superior mental performance. Just as Tai Chi has been used for centuries to balance body and mind, Mind Chi will help you increase your mental energy and be more effective in everything you do. And all you need is 8 minutes a day… Mind Chi is a powerful synthesis of thought and action based on the most recent research into how the brain works. By following the simple, daily exercises in this book, you will raise your mental performance to a level you never thought possible. Discover: Sharper powers of concentration and information management Improved control over your attention span, memory, thoughts and feelings Fast and easy ways to reduce your stress and increase your confidence New positive habits, thoughts and mental resilience Fantastic energy levels, during and after your work day Plus: 50 Strategies for Success in Business & Life «An eight minute daily dose of Mind Chi will improve vitality, reduce stress and allow us to see the many blessings of life more clearly.» –Stephen C. Lundin PhD, author of the five million copy bestselling FISH!
