As human beings, we are more likely to become experts at the things we enjoy because doing them doesn't feel like 'work' and we unconsciously put a lot of time and commitment to it (these are formulas to be an expert at anything). With this in mind, I wonder why people do not make their hobbies their full time jobs and make lots of money out of it.
September's here and we're gradually returning from summer holidays refreshed and energised, with renewed motivation and enthusiasm for life! September is also traditionally a month for change, as the new academic year begins, as many people move city to start new jobs / degrees, and as the job market floods with new opportunities.
It is hard - if not impossible - to (immediately) generate a generous salary from volunteering, starting a business, or a blog. I meet a lot of high achievers who suddenly morph into anti-careerists. As Marilyn Monroe said, "A career is wonderful thing, but you can't snuggle up to it on a cold night."
I have always been a geek, refusing to enjoy football, as that was the game of my childhood bullies and no matter how hard I try, I will always associate the sport with assholes. My secret however; is both a sport for the mind and a hobby for the soul! It is creative, strategic and rather ironically a lot like football. What game am I referring to? Warhammer 40 K.
'I mean, it's not as if we don't have it,' she said hurriedly. 'Our savings account is very healthy.' I nodded, forgetting for a moment that she couldn't see me and then hoping that she'd sense my understanding. I felt saddened that like so many others, she felt that the love affair she was having with writing wasn't worthy of her time and money. That she didn't deserve to have this passion in her life.
Many people experience feelings of sadness, depression and lethargy once the winter months kick in, often due to the change in weather, the shorter days and long periods of being cooped up indoors. If the winter blues are starting to set in, check out these 10 ways to boost your happiness this winter.
Back in the 1990s when I was some sort of feckless idiot, I was a member of the high-IQ organisation Mensa. I know what you're thinking, but the stark truth is that they know how to throw a good party, and I have yet to apologise to forthright TV critic Garry Bushell-On-The-Box for making off with his umbrella after a boozy Mensa evening in a rainy London.