An injection and an icepack.

Two weeks ago, I had surgery on my ankle. I sobbed so hard that evening as I lay in my hospital bed. The pain was unreal. The nurses tried all sorts of different varieties and doses of painkillers, but nothing seemed to help. I shared a room in the hospital with a 70-year old woman who had had knee surgery 2 weeks before. In her thick, German accent, she told me lots of stories about her life. Her ex-husband had been a very "bad man" to her, and one day, in the middle of the night, she snuck out with her [...]

By |2019-07-17T11:28:53+01:0012 May 2018|

My blue cup.

I'm sitting at my kitchen table eating avocado on toast with chilli flakes and lemon juice on top. I gesture towards my partner, Kristin, who is standing a few metres from where I'm sat and I say, "Please can you pass me my blue cup, you know the one with the pattern on?" My blue cup with a pattern on is my favourite cup of all time. It's massive. It holds probably twice the amount of liquid that your average cup holds. If you're a client of mine, you'll probably know this cup because I generally drink herbal tea from [...]

By |2019-07-19T09:59:32+01:0015 February 2018|

Porn, Buddhism and missiles.

Not last Saturday but the one before that, the residents of Hawaii were informed by text message that a ballistic missile was heading their way. 45 minutes later, they were subsequently informed that the initial warning had been a mistake and that it was safe to come out from shelter. 15 minutes after receiving this particular news, the website, Pornhub, an online platform for, you guessed it, watching porn, noticed that their page views surged +48% above typical levels. It seems that the relief from the anxiety of believing they were going to be blown to smithereens, caused quite a few Hawaiians to go and seek, well, a little [...]

By |2019-07-17T11:35:03+01:0028 January 2018|

You don’t need permission.

The other evening, a dear friend of mine text me with, as she called it, a wording question. She'd been invited to a party, you see, by someone from her work who she doesn't like very much, and was struggling to articulate how to RSVP with a "Thanks but no thanks" yet still be polite. In her text to me she said, "I don’t want to say I’m unable to come but should I make an excuse? I don’t know how to combine politeness and integrity!" I text her back and suggested she write: “Thanks for the invite, however I won't be able to come". Voila! With the holidays [...]

By |2017-12-20T09:26:14+01:0020 December 2017|

Demand it.

"Trust me, I do this day in, day out. You've got to take my word for it." A surgeon said that to me, nearly 4 years ago, shortly after I'd fucked-up my ankle.  "I can't see anything wrong with the bones in your ankle, the problem is definitely in your calf muscle" he added, standing up from his desk and gesturing me towards the door. My allocated 10 minutes with him were up. "It'll be a quick operation, we'll cut some tissue away from your calf muscle, then, once you've recovered, you'll hopefully be able to run properly again. Just let me know what [...]

By |2017-11-26T17:07:53+01:0026 November 2017|

The half-broken drawer in my kitchen.

There's a drawer in my kitchen under the sink, that's broken. It's not broken enough for it to be unusable, but it kind of falls off its runners when you pull it out too far. It's been like that for a few months now and I've masterfully figured out a way to carefully open the drawer without it falling off the runners all the time. I think my partner has also figured this out too because I see her opening it in a different, but equally careful way. It's funny though, because neither of us have mentioned the broken drawer [...]

By |2017-11-02T15:58:12+01:002 November 2017|

A missed train.

My Dad and sister came to stay with me here in Germany last week. They had booked themselves on the same flight from London Luton, so that they could travel together, despite the fact that my Dad does not live in London. He lives in Manchester, you see. And so, on the morning of the flight, he travelled by train from Manchester Piccadilly to London Euston. He planned his journey very carefully so that he had a lot of time to get from Manchester Piccadilly to London Euston to London Luton airport. He figured that if there was a delay of some sort, he'd factored in a [...]

By |2017-11-02T15:59:45+01:002 November 2017|

I’m the asshole who spoils the fun.

My 2-year old kid loves tractors. He likes to run into his bedroom and open his giant encyclopaedia of tractors and tell me what kind of tractor brand he's looking at. Each night before bed, I read passages to him from the encyclopaedia and his little face is full of delight and curiosity and focus as I tell him about all the different types of tractors from all over the world and what they do and what they are used for. He's a total tractor nerd and I love him for it. He's also a total pain in the arse at times. [...]

By |2017-10-13T15:38:43+01:0013 October 2017|

Scary things.

When I look back at all of the brilliant, mind-expanding, soul-deepening, feel-good things I've done in my life—from running ultra marathons, to starting my own business, to moving to another country, to swimming across a giant lake—I can confidently say that I did not feel even remotely confident before, or during, any of them. "Why the fuck do I put myself through this shit?" I once asked my friend, Josie, having returned from another terrifying swimming session in my local lake, having covered nowhere near even half the distance I would have to swim on race day. "Because you actually want [...]

By |2017-10-11T10:26:06+01:0011 October 2017|

Learn how to stay.

"To get free, learn how to stay." ~ Laura McKowen I have to practice this over and over and over and over. To just stay. Right where I am, with what I'm feeling. Which, over the last few days, has been bubbling anxiety and not-very-grounded-ness. I've got a talk coming up on Saturday and I'm really fucking nervous. I'm also currently in the UK and have been away from my kid for 8 days (and counting) and I'm missing him like mad. I'm out of my groove, my flow, my routine, you know? My impulse is to run. Not physically, [...]

By |2017-10-11T10:23:41+01:0011 October 2017|
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