- what struggle do you want in your life? I have a friend. Let’s call him Dick. He’s a challenge. But then so am I. But the thing is, the more he’s a challenge, the more I love him. I have to struggle at times to hold his energy, to ride his emotions, to apologise to the waiters that he’s rude to. But the more
- this is how my Christmas goes (boxing bags and bob-sleds). yours? This week in Sunday Life I anti-Christmas Christmas is like cheap pizza – all cheesy, intoxicating promise, but somehow (so disappointingly!) winds up tasting like cardboard. Actually, correction. Christmas is like cheap pizza to the violently lactose and gluten-intolerant – something everyone else seems to enjoy, while you get…tofu. Why all the bah humbuggery? At more
- 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
- why the paleo diet works This week in Sunday Life I eat like a caveman Of all the self-imposed guinea pig antics I’ve subjected myself to for this column, this week’s might be regarded as my bravest. For it entailed eating, oh-glory-be-yes, fat. In a fat-fearful world, my no holds barred consumption of chicken skin, the crackling and the 3cm more
- my interview with Nicholas Sparks on what makes love work This week in Sunday Life I discuss The Notebook If you ever find yourself in the laundry at a party skewered against the tub of stubbies by some eye-glazing, go-nowhere conversation, try this tactic. Ask everyone’s thoughts on The Notebook. In my experience everyone has a take on this 1996 novel, turned into a film 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
- to emoticon or not to emoticon? This week in Sunday Life I sign off, sincerely Poor Sreejesh got me so very wrong. During the week the charming and enthusiastic IT specialist from some outpost in India contacted me, trying to win some online business. He was doing well. Until he got to his sign-off. There, it was, alongside his name: “<3333333”. more
- The surprising joy of hitchhiking This week in Sunday Life I hitchhike My life is often overlaid with a certain degree of mistimed chaos. Which means, from time to time, I’m forced to hitchhike. Take Thursday. I was due at a meeting at 7.30am, but in timing my morning I failed to factor in that I’d sold my car the more
- a *fresh* technique for working out your life values This week in Sunday Life I find my sweet spot It always surprises me when I come back as a “glass half full” type in aptitude tests because there are few people more down on positive thinking than me. I blame it on vision boards. Seriously, those silly craft projects geared at manifesting husbands and more
- creating too much chaos in your life? this jonathan fields trick works This week in Sunday Life I drop certainty anchors So lately I’ve become increasingly distrustful of the overly certain. When someone puffs out their chest at the head of a dinner table to emphatically declare climate change isn’t happening or that their son will grow up to follow Collingwood or that the only smoked small more
