On the second last day, the gong sent shockwaves bouncing around my entire body. Finally, I thought, I get it. Or had nine days deprived of food, sleep, human contact and pain relief just made me delirious? Thirty six hours later I was thrown back into the real world; from the peace of silent meditation … Continue reading Committed: That time I meditated for ten days straight and shit got crazy…
I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve uttered the words ‘I feel broken’. Sometimes it was even worse than that; there were moments when I actually believed that I was broken. I had this image of a fragile, glass figurine that was my being, moulded into the perfect form that society expected of me. … Continue reading You’re not really broken, I promise
You're walking through a building in the night. City light pollution shines a glow on the ledge of a step in front of you. Beyond that, you can't see a thing. Your guide's instructions direct you to climb the staircase beside the window. And so you lift your right leg, find your footing on the … Continue reading Would you follow without asking why?
My first few weeks as a copywriter made me feel worthless. There was a lot of talk around me at the time about the 80/20 rule, the Pareto principle. It was a term coined by Italians at the turn of last century and brought into the mainstream more recently, largely driven by Tim Ferriss and … Continue reading Who needs copywriters anyway?
It hit me when I stepped into the frozen aisles of a supermarket. The boys walked ahead, laughing. I couldn’t be there anymore, I couldn’t be around them. The feeling was so intense that I didn’t say a word, I just turned and walked away. I say walked… If my boots didn’t have such unreliable … Continue reading The day I had a very public breakdown
Throughout life, we talk about people 'being there' for us. We want to know we can count on someone. Often what we mean is that we want that person to be here, with us, beside us, holding our hand. A month ago, I sat on the steps of St Paul's Cathedral thinking about my wonderful friend, … Continue reading Climb more mountains
London's not a marmite city. There are plenty of people who love it, and many who hate it, but there is also a whole spectrum in between. Me? I have a love-hate relationship with the city. No one could blame you for falling for London. It lures you in. Live music in little bars. Barbecues … Continue reading London; like a punch in the face
When I was studying English at school, one of my longest standing debates was whether or not authors were intentionally employing creative techniques in their writing. I always argued that it was absolute nonsense, that we shouldn’t be wasting our time trying to decipher what authors really meant when they wrote something that seemed to … Continue reading When metaphors made sense