Wow, I thought. Life is great! GREAT! And for a moment I was flooded with happiness and joy about how well everything was going. And then, as it always does, sheer dread kicked in. This can't last, I thought. Oh my God, I'm too happy. Things are too perfect. It's just a matter of time before the other shoe drops. Horrible, awful things happen to people all the time. I should know.
I admit it: I've had issues. Whether stumbling into the office bleary eyed from lack of sleep, stressed out from the commute, or plain grumpy and in need of a boost, there has always been one thing I've gone to. Coffee. One delicious, double shot, skinny cappuccino and the world snapped back into focus, tiredness was held at bay, and energy returned.
Last year while watching Wimbledon on TV, a well known American tennis player mentioned how, after losing a game, her first thought was 'Next point.' I was rather taken with this attitude/approach. It kind of sums up how I coach - I focus on what's next, rather than what's happened. As you know, we can't change our past, but we certainly can influence our future.
As part on my ongoing project to have a digital detox every so often; a few great tips on email management came out from the Time Management course I was on last week. Now in reality it's more of a Brain Management course.
Sleep has been so undervalued that being deprived of it has become a boast. However, when you factor in The Third Metric, this anti-sleep mentality suddenly seems ridiculously skewed. After all, what's the point of attaining all that solvency and influence if you're so tired you stumble through it all like a zombie?
This loss of everything I took for granted in my adult life was much more overwhelming to me than the love I felt for my baby. I know, I said it, shoot me world - and what a world we live in when it comes to 'views' on mothers. How we should feel, how we should look, how we should react... the expectations are real and they are fired at a new mother like arrows from a bow.
It's not easy to find calm in London. The bustling, lively city can also be draining and stressful, often with no reprieve. I wanted to find myself a slice of countryside peace without stepping foot outside Zone 1. And, luckily, I found just the answer.
Mindfulness is everywhere. It's a wellbeing buzzword. Most people have an idea of what it represents - the desirable ability to be 'in the now' instead of letting mind (and body) gallop ahead to the next thing and the next. But many are unsure how to access this sought-after mental state.
I felt as if I had arrived in the Garden of Eden - our home for a week was a luxury eco retreat, perched on the top of a hill, surrounded by four acres of fruitful Spanish gardens. The owner of Finca Paradiso, an artist, created a vibrant, colourful environment with Spanish and Moroccan influences.
Sometimes we convince ourselves before we start that that, we shouldn't even try! All it takes is one small doubt to give up and to send our dreams and aspirations into a tailspin. Simply put, doubts sabotage you. They do not nurture or serve you.
Whatever the reason, the economic contribution of silver professionals is significant and also necessary, as the average age of the UK and US populations continues to rise- this at least is a fact nobody can deny.
I've always been slightly obsessed with the pursuit of happiness. Not the movie. The real thing. How do we attain happiness and how do we damn well keep it.
With the social media boom that has transformed our lives in the last decade, it is no secret that the need to connect with one another is central to our day-to-day existence. Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat and Instagram, among others, make it easy to communicate in an increasingly busy world, we are now able to Skype across time zones and send videos as events happen.
This is not to say that you should be skipping in the fields when sad or upsetting things happen. Acceptance is not about resignation, ignoring reality or doing nothing. It's about fully acknowledging what has happened, seeing it for what it is and then finding your way to let it go.
Thirteen years ago today my mum died. It all feels like a lifetime ago, and actually I can't really remember what life looked and felt like with her in it. I wish I had been given the chance to get to know her, to appreciate her and, of course, I would do anything to thank her for all the things I can now see she did for me and my sister, and all the little ways in which she showed us that she loved us.
I stand here silently for about 5 minutes paying attention to the sensations of my breathing and heartbeat, as well as the sound of birdsong all around me. I find this silence and solitude deeply enjoyable, but this has not always been the case -- in fact, I used to hate it.