I don’t know about you, but 2020 has been a strange year so far. I’m not referring to Coronavirus, floods, what’s happening in Iran or any other global events. It’s been a bit stop-start.
We all deserve a bit of what we fancy. I am not Maria from the Sound of Music. But I appeal to you: always remember your favourite things. Indulge in them. Even if only just for a bit.
It’s only natural to experience doubt. It’s one of those pesky human emotions that surfaces from time-to-time. Life, hey? It’s messy and complicated.
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.