Tag: Mindfulness
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Out with the old…
I’m recovering from surgery. It’s slow going, but now I have all the time in the world to read. And I remember… I love it.
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Lessons in living bravely from elephants and lions.
Three weeks spent enjoying the African bush gives you plenty of time for reflection. And there is much they can teach us. Like living life to the full, before we run out of teeth.
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Reframing old memories to change current perceptions
Our experiences shape who we are in the world – and how we react to things. When our responses lead us to a place we don’t want to go, can we reconfigure our memories to move in a more positive direction? Probably. But it takes practice.
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Oh, here I am…Empty nesting is a chance at rediscovery
The kids are out of the house and off to uni and adulthood. My parenting job is done. Suddenly, I feel like a whole new me.
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The Power of Attention: Shaping Our Thoughts
Somewhere along the line in my grown-up life, I developed a sense of hopelessness about humans. But I’ve realised I’m caught in a negativity bias, and that good and wonderful things abound, if only I’m mindful to attend to them.
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The Fabulousness of Fifty Two
Yup, I turned 52 and what a joy it is to be in this decade of life surrounded by people I love.
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Embracing Life’s Meaning: Choosing lychee martinis and love and everything in between.
We’re of an age where we start to wonder “what’s it all about”. Joyfully, the answer is “whatever you want it to be.” And also lychee martinis.
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A life worth living needs a few hills
It occurs to me, freewheeling down a hill I fought hard to get to the top of, that life satisfaction lies in being okay with hills.
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Wise up chicken, said younger me to current me.
Something strange has happened to me since I turned 50. I feel quite disconnected from my old self. I’m finding myself breathless on occasion, struggling to work out who I am and what I’m good at. But then, my younger self said – wise up chicken, embrace joy. So wise, younger me!
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How to be less anxious: Lessons in life from the ski slopes
Coming into Nozawa-Onsen we are confronted by a slope that sets my pulse racing. It’s below the ski lift, and although covered in deep drifts of white snow, it’s as black as they come. Immediately, despite having zero intention of going down a black run, I’m swamped in anxiety about this whole skiing malarky. Before…
Midlife Unpacked 