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When I was a teenager someone told me that I could never be a porn star. I had too many birth marks. Since then I’ve developed even more due to a number of hours spent on beaches. And I’ve fallen a few times, making dents and marks in my skin.
I want to make a difference in this world. Help it be a better place. There are many ways to do this, both in our everyday lives through simple small things like smiling rather than grunting, or paying a stranger a compliment, but also through putting our skills to use.
What makes for a good, no actually great, workplace and leadership are two topics I’m very interested in. Yesterday I tweeted how something is fundamentally wrong if talented people start doubting themselves in the workplace. Unfortunately it happens.
When the alarm goes off on Monday morning many of us probably hit snooze or wish it was still the weekend. Monday’s are when the week ahead is at it’s longest and but, it’s also where we have the biggest opportunity to set us up for the rest of the
This week I’ve been reminded of the importance of being around people who are doing a similar thing to you. Someone who knows what you’re going through, who you can exchange advice, pep talks or kicks in the behind with.
It’s that time a year again when the cities get decorated in lights and Christmas music is played in every corner. It’s dark and crisp outside, at least in this part of the world, and the air is filled with anticipation and a little bit of magic.
Over the last few years, and the last two in particular, I’ve thought a lot about what makes for a good working environment. As a freelance you experience quite a few different office setups and cultures and it’s a subject that I’m really interested in.
During my new commute to work there is a bit where I need to walk from one tube line to another and it’s a walk that simply does’t flow. It’s made me think of the bicycle lanes in Copenhagen but also how having to walk slowly sometime is probably a
Every now and then I get the well meant comment that I should work less. I couldn’t agree more but not necessarily in the way that the comments are meant. The thing is that I don’t need to work less hours. I need to shift what I use those hours
It’s no coincidence that we come back from conferences, meets ups or great days at work feeling inspired, happy and energised. Being surrounded by people who are passionate and love what they do is contagious and fills you with motivation, but it can also make you accomplish more.
Just now as I was contemplating today’s topic, leaning towards ‘Finding your inspiration’ and what to do when you’re really not feeling it, I got an email that made me really happy and immediately boosted my inspiration level.
It hasn’t been the most inspiring week, and coupled with something related to a particular life decision has made me feel less cheery. But, the week started out positive with how easy it can be to move the boundary between what you’re uncomfortable and comfortable with.
As you might have noticed I’m somewhat out of sync writing these posts. I’ve fallen out of the habit and I guess I’ve for the moment lost some of the joy associated with writing these.
I got stuck writing yesterday’s post. I think I wrote it about 100 times, at least it felt that way. Eventually I deleted all of it and ended up publishing what you see now.
Everyone has different values and goals they want to achieve in life. But explaining them, and what’s required, to loved ones can at times be tricky. Particularly if it for a unknown period of time involves giving up on certain things in order to make it happen.
When faced with certain situations the adrenaline starts pumping filling us with a feeling of “Let’s do this”. Other times the adrenaline is still pumping out into our bodies but our brain is looking for ways out.
Some days leave us as tired as if we’d gone for a long run or slept terribly despite us having done neither. Today was such a day, but it was a good tiredness.
Yesterday and this morning I was fairly nervous about driving up to Bedfordshire on my own with kitty, but I did it and I’m pretty sure I’ve grown an inch or two out of proudness as a result.
It’s the second week where things have been slightly up in the air and where incidents with kitty have resulted in a change of plans work wise and falling behind on a number of things.
When I was little I often wondered how wars could start. Surely it wasn’t more difficult than both sides realising that sometimes no one wins but a compromise has to be made, from both parties side. As I grew up I soon realised it wasn’t always that easy.