One of life’s great perils is living for tomorrow. Something that most of us would do well to be vigilant of and to make any necessary adjustments to avoid. You will recognise the thinking I have in mind. “When this happens, then everything will be…” “If I can get this over with…”In this context, ‘if’ and ‘when’ can be costly words – because if unchecked, our lives will flash by all too quickly and something we will realise too late.
Nikki often accuses me of not laughing enough and if this is true, then I put it down to my profession. Perhaps, I am unwittingly studying why something is funny rather than just enjoying it. Maybe so – but I still push back of course. I state firmly that I laugh plenty – just not with you! Ouch. I am joking btw.
Going in to London this week for a meeting, something occurred to me as I sat on the on Waterloo and City line, a unique branch of the world’s oldest underground train network. The Waterloo and City line underground line is (un)affectionately known as the “drain” – unique because it has no stops between just two termini, from Waterloo Station to Bank Station in the heart of London’s financial district called ‘The City of London’ – a square mile and one of the richest patches of land on our planet.
Did you know that speaking in public is the most common phobia of all? And although I do it for my living – and have done so for more than 30 years – this does not mean that I find it easy. I don’t.
Whilst I will refrain from wishing everyone another Happy 12 months ahead… but I cannot proceed without thanking everyone who responded to my first blog of the year. A departure for me in subject and one fraught with peril.
There is only one way to begin this post, so here goes; a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR and NEW DECADE to you all! There is definitely a cut off for such cursory wishes. Not an official date but just a feeling that we all seem to discern at roughly the same time; perhaps when we reason that this year is much like the last. I hope then that this post and my well-wishes has arrived in time?
Just a quick post to say thank you to all my visitors and readers over the last year. For the old-timers amongst you, you will have witnessed a website that hardly functions at all to something ending the year in much better shape – with many more improvements to come, I hope – including a […]
With Tom and Harry home from Cleveland and the Holland’s back to full strength, a recent evening was a simple affair and yet one for my fatherhood diary. Not that it will endure for very long, I suspect. Not if first steps, words or even my boys births are anything to go by as my advancing years wreaks havoc with my memory. And not such a momentous night anyway. Not a meal out for us all to a favourite eatery or a trip to the theatre. It wasn’t even all of us; just Tom, Harry, Sam and I and down to our local pub for a few beers.
Practise makes perfect – or so the adage goes.
‘Perfect’ being relative of course and depending on myriad factors including ability and talents. The awkward upshot of this being that some people’s ‘perfect’ is better than others. More perfect, I suppose. Which is awkward but a fact of life and why we venerate certain people and not everyone.Golf is a useful way to contextualise this. The hardest game of all – and famously associated with a quote…“the harder I practise, the luckier I get.”
Rare for me to write a second blog of the week but when something so momentous occurs…
This week, almost on a whim, Sam and I sat down and finally knocked off our first podcast. Just us two, rambling on about our year past – typically interrupted by Nikki (twice) crashing in to the room she has every right to crash in to, and so my reaction was probably misplaced and then another interruption but this time very welcome when Tom happened to FaceTime from the States – not to speak with me but because he wanted to see Tessa. Charming.