As a kid, I never understood why adults were so slow. Surely it would be more natural to run around and bounce and clamber – what was wrong with them? Why were all adults so lazy?!
Now I’m (allegedly) an adult, I get it: We’re not lazy… we’re just exhausted.
To my great surprise, I’ve written two books.
We can’t control whether to spend our time, only what we spend it on.
This thought has echoed around and around in my mind ever since I read the story of Opus 40 – a sculpture park created by one man over 37 years(!)
Last year my main achievement was writing a novel (which hopefully you’ll all get to read sooner than later!), but otherwise I’m not even sure where 2017 went. I feel like my life has been fairly static for a long time now, and while that’s no bad thing, it feels like I need to shake…
Sometimes I feel I’ve wasted so much time and I’m too old to fix my problems. But is that true?
[Status: Only a quick undeveloped realisation.] Isn’t it weird that something that happened years ago “feels like yesterday”, while something that happened last week “feels like forever ago”? Well actually, I’ve just realised it might not be weird at all.
I’m fond of planning. I’m a Plan Fan, a man who can plan. I plan, er… Inner critic: Hello reader. If you don’t respect anyone who can’t think of more than three rhymes for “plan”, you might like to turn away now. Anyway. I like looking ahead, you might say. But if I get too…
Recently I got a haircut. And, as you might expect, nothing particularly surprising happened. But, as I was paying, the hairdresser asked a question. “Do you have 50p by any chance?” Immediately I sprang into action. I searched rapidly, poring through my wallet, tipping coins into my hand and picking out the right change for…
For most of us, learning to be happy after anxiety isn’t a smooth journey. If you pushed me into saying more, I’d go as far as saying it’s a bumpy journey. In fact, I’d probably get over-excited and go super-metaphorical about it: