Now we’re coming to the end of a record-breaking heatwave, it feels like an appropriate time to admit that I haven’t been a good friend to the earth. I take advantage of it, get mad at its weather and I only know its birthday to within 20 million years. I recycle and remember to turn off the lights but I also use far too much single-use plastic and eat dairy like there’s no tomorrow (there soon may not be). I’ve been gradually trying to make amends with the earth but I pledge to do better. This is as much to improve my own sense of wellbeing as it is to protect the environment. Continue reading
I am preparing to run my first half-marathon. I have come a long way since PE lessons where I used to carefully avoid over-exertion because I didn’t want to get red in the face and I refused to tie my hair back because I didn’t think it suited me. Well, now my running aesthetic is ‘tomato with ponytail’ and I haven’t let it slow me down.
On nearly every run there is a little episode of oddity, provided either by the surrounding nature or the thoughts that get sifted to the top of my brain with the repetitive motion. Continue reading
The graph shows how much time I spent working on my masters between February 2016 and August 2017. I have this information because a) I had a bit of a procrastination problem which led to me discovering the Pomodoro Technique and b) I flipping love excel spreadsheets. Continue reading
I hate being surprised by what day it is. If you hear me say “Where did January go?” or “how is it half way through the year already?” know that I am internally cringing. Moaning about how quickly time is passing is cliché and I don’t like doing it. However, I do feel reassured most of the time when people agree with whatever temporally-dense comment I just made.
Nowadays, if the date surprises me I take it as a sign that I haven’t been very mindful recently. Continue reading
I buy books I don’t read, salad I don’t eat and recipe books I don’t use. I buy them with good intentions and yet they ultimately don’t make me more well-read, healthier or more adventurous with cooking. ‘Tsundoku’ is a Japanese word which means allowing books to pile up unread. The fact there is a word for this reassures me this is a symptom of the human condition rather than a flaw unique to me.
Buying something related to a self-improvement goal can give the illusion that you’ve actually done something useful towards attaining that goal. Continue reading