8:24pm and it’s eerily quiet round my way. Even the cats don’t seem to realise a new year is ahead. They’re settled, not twitchy, and there’s no sign yet of festivities. Where usually there’d be a few premature crackles and bangs, you’d jump if a pin dropped right now. It’s been quiet since before Christmas. Nothing … Continue reading 2017: A Year of Uncertainty
The stories we tell ourselves govern our way of life. They form the bedrock of our worldviews, underpinning our perception of reality and directing the course of our society’s development. It should therefore come as no surprise that many of the differences between one society and another hinge upon the stories prevalent within their culture. Continue reading The Story of Us
Safely isolated from our public political personas, our personal lives are sacred territory. We strive to convince ourselves that our personal choices are not politically relevant; that if we talk the right talk it’s as good as walking it, that our unconscious habits don’t snitch on our real values. But actions speak louder than words, and the personal is political. Continue reading The Personal is Political
The symbolism of entering a new year implies a liberation from the old – a time when we can shed a skin that no longer fits right, make new choices that fit us better, choose to become our deeper selves. Continue reading Making Space for the New Year
I wanted to do you justice with my goodbye, but my heart has stolen all the words from my mind and turned them into tears. Continue reading Book finished mid-chapter
Burnout is a strange beast – one you can see coming from quite a distance, but somehow are powerless to run or hide from. At least, that’s how it was for me. I saw it coming for a year to a year and a half before it hit me. I was not naïve about it – I knew what it looked like in others, and I knew when to intervene and assist.
From the position of a spectator, everything is that much easier. You can observe impartially, note when something seems out of character, identify when a break is needed. You see the forest when you add up the trees. But when it was me I could only see each tree, knowing that the forest was there but not realizing I was surrounded by it. Continue reading It could never happen to me