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10…

… that’s the target I had set myself. Since my running buddy had to give up due to injury, and then my husband due to the return to a commuter life, I found myself on my lonesome for my morning runs. And I knew that I was going to struggle to motivate myself. Especially as …

overcrowding

Being outside helps us shift our perspective and gain some distance from what goes on in our daily lives. So for today’s coaching session, I took my client for a walk in the fields to enjoy some autumn sunshine. We came across these mushrooms and they are such a great illustration of what happens in …

and the winner is…

Last week was pretty much a wash-out for me because of a cold. When I am ill, my reflex is to ignore the “inconvenience” and power on, noticing that everything is a bit more difficult than usual, but carrying on regardless. In some place in my mind, I hold a belief that being ill is …

4 little words…

This morning, I was out running on my usual circuit and struggling up the hill leaving the park, as I usually do.   When I started this new routine 2 years ago, I resolved to greet each and every person I saw on my route with a smile and a “good morning”. Even if they …

feeling stressed? You’re not alone…

In the latest edition of The Week (my favorite mag), there was not one but 2 articles on the topic of anxiety and stress. More and more people suffer from these, and the numbers are on the rise.   Until last year, I was on the treadmill in a busy office job, with ever growing …

of penguins and scalpels

I often notice street names, an early influence from my mother, who would regularly exclaim “imagine having to write THAT down as your address for years!” whenever we came across a particularly funny example. A few weeks ago, my husband and I visited Oxfordshire, where we discovered Penguin Cottage. The name made us smile, and …

and then there was light!

Recently, I visited my parents in France. They still live in the house where I grew up, and have been there for about 35 years. Every time I go back, I spend a bit of time sorting through stuff, mine, theirs, or my brothers’. Unsurprisingly, they have accumulated rather a lot over the years. This …