From couch to Cycle Superhighway

Today we had planned to go for a 10km run – now I am no runner and would massively struggle with that, but I was willing to give it a shot to support my friend who is visiting and in training for a quarter iron man and regular triathlons.

Then she uttered words that were music to my ears ‘I wonder, would you fancy a bike ride today instead?’ Continue reading “From couch to Cycle Superhighway”

Toughen up and be gentle.

We all know how it is, depending on how we feel, we are attracted to (and of course attract to ourselves) people, sayings and situations that reflect or support our mood. Does that one isolated day or emotion depict your whole self or more so, your aspirations for your whole self? Probably not! Continue reading “Toughen up and be gentle.”

The basics.

The bemo (a small minibus with somehow enough space to supposedly seat twelve adults and with enough character to run its own comedy night) turned through the contrast of grey concrete decorated with colour and chaos of the city streets. Twisting and turning, leaving behind the concrete structures, moped and vehicle pollution and instead moving forwards as the view opened up into the fresh air of the countryside and bamboo structures ahead.

Continue reading “The basics.”

The most precious thing.

It was coy, quiet, barely audible, a whisper.

Can I be heard?

‘Hello, hi’

It’s good to see you again, thank you for this opportunity, I so would like to make up for lost time, but I need to make time to apply the lessons you have taught me, everything I’ve been willing and not so willing to learn from you. I’ve been learning, you’ve helped me.

Continue reading “The most precious thing.”

Welcome back to the real world.

Welcome back to the real world

I have heard this a lot in the two weeks that I have returned from Bali.

Welcome back to…
A world dominated by a consistent reminder that we should seek more from our lives, more technology, more belongings, more clothes, more bling, a pressure to spend money and therefore an implied pressure to have more money.

Continue reading “Welcome back to the real world.”

Mid-life crisis, or is it?

Why is it considered a crisis?
What is your immediate interpretation of this term?
Why is it typically applied to men aged somewhere between 35 and 50 who are questioning and challenging their life and achievements so far? Wondering ‘is it enough?’ Perhaps feeling an element of guilt, that they haven’t done enough to fulfil themselves or that they have so much compared to others who are suffering in this world.

What if this period of questioning wasn’t met with such a negative label?

Continue reading “Mid-life crisis, or is it?”

Sometimes.

Sometimes, most times in fact I think I think too much. My brain seems to dive right down between the weeds and starts looking for root cause, for an answer, a reason, the bigger picture, for the beginning. Sometimes, while in amongst the roots it is also up there in the clouds, happy, enjoying the freshness of each delicate moment. It is rare my head rests.

Continue reading “Sometimes.”

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