As a recovering perfectionist I occasionally still hate myself. It’s not a self-harm kind of hatred, but more a smothering loathing. It springs from the well of obsession. Perfection has its place. But for those of us that live with the insatiable drive for...
People leave scars on you. Some are painful, deep and lasting. Others are less so and polish out over time. My fourth grade teacher left one that’s stayed with me, but thankfully did no lasting damage. Yes, she commented on my writing. Mrs Williamson (AKA the...
Ever looked out and thought: I don’t know what’s out there I can’t see what’s out there I’m scared of what may [or may not] be out there … Yup, me too. Quite often. I grew up in a two-storey house in the country. There was a long, winding staircase (under which...
It takes courage to be great. Fortune does indeed favour the bold. Or as the French would say: “Qui risque rien n’a rien.” (He who risks nothing has nothing.) Starting a business. Saying no. Launching a new, untried product. Changing your logo....
At first there was nothing. Then there was something. In between, there was immense pressure … and the big bang. That’s the way the universe sprang into existence. The consumption bang At first, you took only what you needed to survive and could personally use. Then...
