As a child if you wanted something to read (or you were being forced encouraged to read by your over zealous parents who wanted to make sure you were on the track to greatness, at seven) you were probably taken to the library; I was taken to the garage.
My dad worked in publishing for all of his working life, and as a result, we were always surrounded by books: shelves were stacked high around the house and the garage was always full of boxes of books. My brother and I were always encouraged – although not forced! – to read, and from an Continue reading →
Over the last couple of weeks, I have found myself thinking about all the things I haven’t achieved this year: the apartment refurbishment that isn’t quite finished, that I am not the successful writer I aspire to be, the jelly belly that hasn’t reached its optimistic six-pack status. There is something about the end of the year approaching that makes me reflect on where I am at in my life. Maybe it is simply that I am reminded of the precious nature of time and that another year has passed. Or maybe it is all the inevitable articles that are out there on getting ready for success in 2012.
Now don’t get me wrong, I will not be producing a detailed 2011 end of year report on results Vs goals, but I am in a period of reflection. Actually no, it’s not reflection – it’s Continue reading →