Do you remember the last time you really felt part of something? Not on the outskirts looking in, wondering how best to get properly involved but right in the midst of it all, integral to a movement bigger than yourself?
When did you last feel supported? That there was somewhere to go where people understood what you were trying to achieve and didn’t tell you to be careful, or look at the bigger picture, or that it was wishful thinking? Continue reading
A lot of the stuff I read about following your dreams gives you the same advice – dream big or go home.
I bought in to this for a long time. Or maybe I misunderstood it. I dreamt big. I had big ideas. I wanted to do so much. I read everything I could. I researched. I planned. Then I….didn’t do a lot.
You see, the problem with dreaming big is that there’s an assumption that you have to also act big. Continue reading
When was the last time you celebrated something you’d accomplished?
When I asked myself this question yesterday, the answer didn’t surprise me. I couldn’t remember. After a while I came up with the fact I went for a meal when I got promoted in December. Woop-di-do.
It has come to my attention that most of us do gooding humans have a tendency to beat ourselves black and blue when we do something we think of as wrong but refuse to congratulate ourselves when something goes right. Continue reading
Happy Easter lovely people!
And what an Easter it is. Now I’m not remotely religious (too much catholic school as a child), but I do love a four-day weekend.
For most people still working for other people, Easter is a chance to chill, go and see family and friends and enjoy the sun.
I’m currently sat looking at the view above, in my parents kitchen in North Wales. I love coming home and seeing the animals (and my parents) but this year I nearly didn’t. Last weekend 20ft snow drifts threatened my Easter weekend – the roof blew off the shed, took out the phone line and (duh duh duuuhhhhh) internet, they had a power cut and the generator wouldn’t start and despite 4x4s and a tractor, couldn’t get out for 3 days. Continue reading
This week has been a bit of a nightmare. When I emailed my director my daily update, I used the term ‘challenge’ instead of nightmare, but the result was the same, I reached Friday exhausted, frustrated and in need of a glass of wine, good nights sleep, bubble bath and yoga. In that order.
So, having suitably chilled the fuck out, I’m now sat nursing my second cappuccino of the day, enjoying the ensuing caffeine buzz and looking back over the week. Continue reading
This week, as you may know if you follow me on Twitter, I finally booked my flights to India.
This trip has been five years in the making. Ever since I did my yoga teacher training with my inspirational teacher Conrad Paul, in London, I have wanted to see the ‘birthplace’ of yoga, the one constant in ten years of changes in my life.
It may seem like a small hurdle to have booked flights for two weeks in October but for me, this is a massive accomplishment, both psychologically and spiritually.
The view from Chamundi Hill Palace, Kerala, India, where I will be spending two weeks in October getting Ayurvedic treatments and food and twice daily yoga and meditation 
It occurred to me this morning that, over the past few months, I’ve managed to put myself back in to a little bit of a box.
What I mean by this is that I started wondering if I was being limited by my own world view. As regular readers will know, I recently started a new job in London and went through some other changes. By ‘normal’ standards I’m doing well. I have a good job that allows me to live in a lovely flat in a good area of London, right by the river with great transport links in to the City.
What does all that mean? It means I’ve stopped wondering what ‘else’ I could do. Continue reading