Between entropy and exponential growth, lockdown has also taught me about what really matters for daily happiness… and it’s a surprise.
I have a saying which irritates the teens in my life. It goes like this. “That’s an interesting story you are telling yourself.” Our stories are who we are… and they powerfully influence our actions and wellbeing. It turns out I’m telling myself some unhealthy stories too, and it’s time for some new ones.
The sad reality is we have to live with the selfish and the stupid in our midst. From a mental health perspective, though, it probably pays to focus on the positive rather than negative.
Future-me is not going to be pleased when all she can fit into are pants with elasticated waists. It’s time for Current-me to take some action.
Every time around this year I remember my dad. He died 9 years ago. I watched him breathe his last over Skype, which feels ironic in these times. Still, I managed to fly backwards and forwards to London several times through the course of his decline, for which I am ever grateful. I still missContinue reading “My father and I and the things I miss…”
How can we travel, if we can’t travel? We found a way to at least dream about it a little.
It’s home time. I’m taking the red eye from Perth to Sydney, which leaves at the rather uncivilised hour of 5 minutes to midnight. I’m rounding off this rather spontaneous trip with a rather spontaneous glass of white. I haven’t done spontaneous for a while. I think I used to be more spontaneous – IContinue reading “Growing Up”
Two days on kangaroo island, South Australia
14 day road trip in a campervan up the NSW North coast – Australia
Tell yourself a new story One that does not begin with shame Or the erroneous notion of being born broken That your very existence is flawed In need of redemption Or that life is a rehearsal In pursuit of eternal reward A promise of future paradise Bought with death and destruction And the oppression ofContinue reading “Tell yourself a new story”