Self-hug Tuesday
Monday may well have been Blue. Today, acknowledge and welcome it, it’s part of the team. There’s no need to cast these challenges away. We can’t – they are in the pit of our stomach.
Monday may well have been Blue. Today, acknowledge and welcome it, it’s part of the team. There’s no need to cast these challenges away. We can’t – they are in the pit of our stomach.
I imagine myself at 74, whether I will be jogging, whether as the esteemed US author, Ken Druck, terms it, I will be ‘flourishing in the second half of life’.
It was December 31st 2009. My friend tolerated watching Jules Holland on the TV (I had just experienced a difficult break-up). I felt quite the grinch.
As my nephew and I can attest, watching Mr Bean’s Holiday for what felt like the seventeenth time, Mr Bean came through okay in the end! So can I.
Learning a new language can be both highly individual but also needs a bit of fun thrown in too. What I hadn’t bargained for was that the form of Indonesian I would be learning would be – how shall I put it – potentially useless!
There is something about the rain and the gloom that, far from depressing me, instead energises me. Especially at this time of year. When I was a young boy, I