Monday is Red magazine's first #RedMonday, a focus on all positive things for mental health on the most trying day of the week. The idea is to make everyone in the office - along with all our Red family (readers, associates, colleagues, supporters) - to try out meditation, see if it might become our new healthy habit.
Earlier this week I was called a wanker. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last. It happened on the road around Trafalgar Square as people began to peacefully gather to express their support for Paris following the terror attacks... Last year I had too many near misses while cycling in London. Most of them were caused by me. It's an uncomfortable truth for cyclists to hear and admit they've probably taken part in their fair share of silly cycling. So, in 2015 I've decided that when I ride to work I'm going to enjoy it. I'm going to take my time and I'm going to become a mindful cyclist.
I've decided, in the deluded spirit of making resolutions in the new year, to try and change an aspect of my lifestyle; I'm going to dip my toe in the water of an attempt to be kind to myself. My problem is I can't tell when I'm being nice to myself and when am I just being a lazy pig, so I never stop with the self-flagellation to keep going. If I thought about what's the greatest thing I could do for myself, I'd tell you it was 'to never have to get out of bed'. I'm my happiest when I have a virus and have an excuse to lie there without the nagging mother in my brain screaming, "Get your ass up and out".
This is an industry that is unregulated, meaning that anyone can claim to be a hypnotherapist. However, what's more concerning is that so many claiming to be a hypnotherapist are frankly camouflaged counsellors who simply prefer to do relaxation therapy because they are incapable of doing anything else.