Walled Gardens and Bullet Journals
A message from a friend struck home today - encouraging me to stop trying so damn hard. To stop trying to spin so many plates all the time. To stop trying to...
A message from a friend struck home today - encouraging me to stop trying so damn hard. To stop trying to spin so many plates all the time. To stop trying to...
While sorting through old photo albums at the weekend, a big red album titled “This is Your Life” was re-discovered. My other half compiled it for my 30th bi...
It’s early on Sunday evening, and I just sat down in the junk room with a glass of wine. Somehow several days have passed since the last post - not sure how....
I planned to write a blog post yesterday. I don’t know why I plan anything any more - suffice to say, the blog post didn’t happen.
I took the day off yesterday, and invested some time in our eldest daughter - who hasn’t had the best time in recent weeks and months. We wandered into town ...
We’re heading towards the final half-hour of the working day, and I’m not entirely sure how I’m staying awake. After going “out out” last night - on a work n...
I’m not doing so well at the “almost daily” part of this blogging lark any more. “Every few days” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it as “almost daily”. F...
Its Friday night - or rather, Saturday morning now - and you find me perched in bed with a fire tablet propped on my legs. My feet are not gripping the bed s...
Apparently the army of corporate professionals (read: marketers) that use LinkedIn as their personal playground to spam each other with advertorial and inspi...
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