I hate Tuesdays. I always feel at my lowest on a Tuesday. It’s that day reality kicks in; it’s the day when I end up in an internet blackhole and seeking inspiration and cocktails whilst hatching secret plans to take over the world… 387 more words
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It’s a very strange coincidence, but as I write this piece about redundancy, I realise that I’m sitting in the same coffee shop that I decided to walk into a year ago. 1,209 more words
Being a master of your own life (and increasing that all important happiness quotient) is about being prepared. You just can’t wing it anymore.
I’ve spent the last few year’s exploring this, and I think i’ve gotten it pretty much set. 946 more words