Letters, reflections and stories on resilience, discipline and change
I don't remember the exact moment I stopped trusting myself. There was no single event. No dramatic personal betrayal I could point to, and say yup, that was it. Just a slow, depressing descent into self loathing, broken promise by broken promise. Gym tomorrow. Dry January. The script
Ask a man who he is, and he'll tell you what he does. He can't help it. "I'm in sales." "I'm a teacher." "I run the site." For the best part of twenty years, I said
Society has, over time, convinced men that we're only valuable when we're useful. If he's broke, he's worthless. If he cries, he's weak. If he needs reassurance, he's insecure. If he sets a boundary, he's controlling.
You’re told what to think from the day you’re born. Parents, teachers, religion, media, social circles, algorithms - they all hand you opinions, identities, enemies, heroes. No one sits you down and says: “This is how you test an idea before you let it inside your head.” Critical thinking
A few weeks ago I had a really fucking good day. By anyone's standards, a real zinger. I won't go into the specifics (yet), but an opportunity came through that I'd been working toward for a while. The kind of moment that warrants a
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