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  • my Sunday Life column comes to an end…to make way for… …Well, a few things. Straight up, I’ll be filing my final Sunday Life column this week. Almost 130 experiments in how to make life better…you’d hope I’d have found an answer, hey?? I kinda have, but that’s for another time. A publisher once said to me, “Never do a column for more than two years. more
  • this week in Sunday Life I trust my search function this week in Sunday Life I trust my search function “It’s like we’re programmed to make life hard for ourselves.” The woman in front at the supermarket on Tuesday was apologizing for the complex plans she’d just made with her three boys to call when they got to the skate shop or text if they more
  • possibly the most reassuring advice I’ve been given (sunday life) This week I realise I’m a scanner. Which is to say, I realise my chaotic, excited way of being, and all the dreams I juggle, makes sense! On Tuesday I got great news. All these years I’ve regarded the crazy array of careers I’ve dabbled in (restaurant reviewer, political speechwriter, TV dollybird, magazine editor and more
  • how little acts of non-conformity make life better (Sunday life) This week I do things at the wrong time Photo by Lee Price I take disproportionate delight from eating non-breakfast food at breakfast. This morning I ate mashed pumpkin with garlic. Sometimes I eat grilled sardines on lentils. Once I ate lamb chops. In the comfortable, middle-class world I inhabit, such deviations feel like perverse more
  • a chat with Hugh Mackay about getting creative (sunday life) This week I’m cruddily creative Every now and then I use the auspice of this column to meet people I’ve always wanted to sit next to on a long plane trip so as to pick their brains for fatty morsels on how to make life better. It’s not a bad perk of the job. So, more
  • how quitting sugar made me nicer: Sunday Life This week I’m (still) quitting sugar Again, a quick note for readers of this blog who’ve been following my “I quit sugar” posts, this might seem like I’m repeating myself…I kinda did for my Sunday Life column readers. For those of you playing catch up on this topic, you can read other “I quit sugar” more
  • vibram fivefingers…I’m a convert (Sunday life) This week I run in weird frog shoes I think it’s a particularly Australian thing to not want to appear too earnest when partaking in sporting pursuits. Blaring lyrca and customised sweats make you look like you care too much. Which is fine if you’re the best. But anything less? You’re a try-hard. I mean, more
  • sunday life: what am i good at? This week I do an IQ test A gnawing feeling that we’re big, fat frauds is common to the human experience, I believe. Mostly we’re just waiting for someone to work out that, actually, we have no idea what we’re doing and that we’re crap at what we do.  Michelle Pfeiffer once said, “I still more
  • Sunday life: how to fix procrastination This week I try self-binding Apparently, Victor Hugo wrote nude. Which is not a pretty visual. The writer also used to instruct his butler to hide his clothes so he couldn’t head outside for a wander when he was meant to be writing. Which makes me think, if only I had a butler. This column more
  • Sunday life: I quit sugar This week I quit sugar (part 1) * Dear reader, most of you have read my “I quit sugar” posts over the past few weeks and are probably wondering ‘why’s she going over this again’? Well, this should give you an insight into the turn-around times in publishing. I wrote this Sunday Life column at more
  • sunday life: a reality check with Nick Vujicic (and a lesson in helping others) This week I get over myself Is there anything more refreshing than a good ole “get over yourself” whack to the noggin? There you are having some first-world, self-righteous, control-freakish throw down  – your latte arrives cold and made with non-chemically decaffeinated beans, you have under-thigh burn because one of the kids left the heated more
  • sunday life: in which i go bush to write my book! This week I do creative work I’m not sure why, but I think I’m going to feel better for sharing the following with you. I’m writing a book. But here’s the thing. I was commissioned almost a year ago. It’s due next month. But, oh my, I’ve not written a word. At least not one more
  • sunday life: how my slouch is making me sad This week I fix my posture If you’ve done yoga you might know the frog pose. Ooooh, yes, the frog pose!  When people do the frog – on their stomach with their bent legs splayed out at each side, stretching at a right angle to the torso – they cry. I’ve been in classes where more
  • sunday life: can self-monitoring make me a better person? This week I try self-tracking with a bunch of iphone apps A few years ago in New York I interviewed a bunch of women who’d taken it upon themselves to track their entire lives  – via video cameras attached to their heads – so that you and I could follow online their every move. Ablutionary more
  • Sunday Life: a *really* effective way to get rest (and heal) This week I try Intentional Resting There’s always been something about me that inspires a reflexive need in others – even complete strangers in Medicare queues – to tell me to relax. When you’re not a relaxed person, being told to “Hey, just relax” is like being a leopard and ordered to not have spots. more
  • sunday life: in which i learn how to fix a relationship breakdown This week I play relationship games I’ve just found a word to describe one of the most spleen-tearing, devastatingly destructive relationship scenarios a soul can ever face.  If you’re old enough to read this, you’ve no doubt been there. You’ve stood opposite someone you love, mired in a fight (about wet towels on the floor?) more
  • Sunday Life: how to stop being distracted and live in the now! This week I reign in the mind wandering Back when I edited a women’s magazine I learned very quickly that a lot of women worry that when they’re having sex they’re thinking about the washing in the tub that needs to be hung out, or the pork in the freezer that needs to be defrosted, more
  • sunday life: in which I meet James Randi (magician, awesome guy, skeptic) This week I’m awesomely skeptical I don’t know if you’ve ever had an ontological debate about what gives a squirrel’s life meaning with an 82-year-old skeptic… who also happens to be one of the world’s most famous magicians and escapologists, who broke Houdini’s record for remaining sealed in a metal coffin under water for 104 more
  • Sunday life: tapping (a cure for food cravings and overeating! yes!) This week I tap my food cravings away We modern humans do some mighty weird stuff in our efforts to make life more endurable. Take laughter clubs. Or Reiki.  Or foil-wrap body masks. Or this weird thing I saw a guy do on the beach where he dive-bombed into the sand and rolled around like more
  • sunday life: does a power balance bracelet make you stronger, better? This week I test a Power Balance bracelet. So. I’ve been wearing one of those little silicone wristlets imbedded with two small holograms for a fortnight now. I felt compelled to test one. Power Balance bracelets are like Zumba – a phenomenon that crept up without my noticing. One day I woke up and everyone more
  • Sunday Life: try this “push back” holiday out-of-office reply! This week I push back I know about a dozen people who simply don’t reply to email. I used to wonder how they got anything done, or sustained a social life. But they’re always at parties and are some of the most successful, adroit people I know. OK, surely, then they’re in a permanent state more
  • sunday life: the benefits of *not* being happy This week I get sad I’ve been writing this column for a while now – 72 weeks to be exact – and I have to confess, I’ve had it with trying to be happy.  It’s all become too much. While this column is a somewhat tortured search for a better life, most of the literature more
  • sunday life: walking meditation…have you tried it? This week I try walking meditation Back when I studied law, I’d climb trees. When my head got too frazzled from the insane logic that is torts, I would down pen, walk a few blocks to the bushland near my house, and clamber up a eucalypt. Then I’d sit. Bushwalkers passed beneath me, oblivious to more
  • sunday life: how I eat This week I eat close to the source I have a robust disdain for banana bread. Wrapped as it often is in rustic sandwich paper, all brown and chunky-looking, the stuff poses as an innocuously wholesome breakfast food. Banana. And bread. So breakfasty! But what a slippery sell-in. One slice of the stuff contains up more
  • sunday life: try this self-control trick This week I delay gratification To be honest, I just don’t trust people who can keep an open packet of TimTams in the fridge for two weeks.  Are you one of these? Can you take one biscuit and leave the rest, and not think about them incessantly until you’ve demolished the lot (rationalising that, hey, more
  • sunday life: in which I shine the light on my judgmental, bourgeois, affected, quinoa-loving “white” self This week I face up to my whiteness I’m so white it hurts. I’m achingly white, not in the alabaster sense. But in the beige sense. Being white means I’m not the “other”. If you’re black or Asian, I’m what you are not. Whean they cast for home loan or Milk Arrowroot commercials, my type more
  • Sunday life: in which I test how old i am… This week I test my cellular age I’ve reached that curious age where you no longer look your age. Which is to say you look as old as whatever you got up to the night before. When I sleep badly, I look like there’s a huge suck-hole at my feet dragging my fascia deep below more
  • Sunday life: screw it, let’s just do it… and tap-dance out of a plane with Richard Branson This week Richard Branson tells me shows me how to jump into life. I can’t profess to know Richard Branson intimately. That said, we have shared two plane trips and a chicken sandwich together. And tap-danced, hand-in-hand, down the stairs of one of his Virgin Blue Boeing 737-800 in front of a bunch of TV more
  • sunday life: how to really have a holiday This week I have the holiday you have when you’re not having a holiday On Friday, there I am, in Bali, on holiday, having a pedicure. Which is kind of the bourgeois equivalent of getting Bo Derek braids. Two hours and 15 minutes later, there I still(!!) am, having a pedicure. Sujatmi, the all-smiles Balinese more
  • Sunday life: in which Oprah’s declutter dude Peter Walsh visits my apartment This week I declutter my “sentimentals” and my “collectibles” What did we all do before we “decluttered”? We tidied. We picked up our crap, dusted under it, then put it back down again. We also used our crap. In my house we collected toothbrushes, icecream buckets and old singlets, which were used for cleaning our more
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