Surely everyone begins the new year with some core New Year's Resolutions which can usually be tied back, loosely speaking, to the Seven Deadly Sins and our desire (albeit subliminal) to be "good". My own three are:
- Eat less (gluttony)
- Exercise more (sloth)
- Spend less (greed)
I am thrilled to be able to tell you that I have conquered all three of these this week - yeehah!
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Yesterday, I endured and enjoyed a visit from the Clutter Clearer, the assertive Annya. While she did acknowledge me as one of her easiest and most motivated clients ever, i.e. I did most of the work, it was both exhausting and energising.
I met her at the tube station and whisked her home and we started right in - books, shoes, clothes, office, cupboard under the stairs, kitchen cupboards, etc.
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As I was leaving the office yesterday, I said to a colleague "right, I'm off home - oh no, I'm not, I'm going for a float" and went onto explain to Sally that it was essential stress management, whereupon she replied "You don't look stressed, or if you are, you disguise it well". Thanks, Sally.
But actually, perhaps I don't look stressed, or don't display it because I invest so much in managing my stress. And actually, again, perhaps Sally hasn't been around when Vesuvious was exploding. Look out everone, molten lava from all sides!
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Extreme Self-Care is one of my favourite things. Last week's treats included going to the dental hygienist (alright, that's not a treat exactly but it is essential ESC), a haircut and my monthly visit to the beautician. This week's treats including swimming, a massage, a manicure and my regular monthly appointment with the osteopath who I can credit with bringing my knees back to full, pain-free health, hence the return to swimming too. And today I booked three floats over the next six weeks.
So tell me, what are YOU doing to look after yourself?
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I'm like him, from the Wizard of Oz. Well, not quite such a shivering wreck, but I am a terrible physical coward. I don't like the thought of anything which might hurt. I won't travel to anywhere that requires me to have an injection, for instance. I don't want to walk Tony Robbins' fire, or go ski-ing, or break planks with my bare hands, or go to the dental hygienist. But I do. In fact, I've been today.
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