I have started writing my life story.
Just by writing that statement it feels strange and narcissistic. To write your life story you have to be a celebrity or achieve something right?
But I have been motivated to do this indirectly by family. Continue reading “Writing your life story”
Writing this blog gives me a lot of opportunity to reflect on my life – I have referred to it many times as “free therapy” because just by writing through my problems, reflecting and explaining what I intended to do has helped me get through some tough times.
I sometimes come across unwanted reflection as I start to dig deeper and I get that horrible twitch in my head of when I have been truly wronged. Continue reading “The Best Revenge”
How much do you bench?
That is a question that always makes me cringe. If we ignore the basic functionality of the bench press (how often do you lift a heavy item off your chest) – it usually illustrates to me that the person asking the question:
- Lacks gym/weight lifting experience – non-regular gym goers may ask this as they don’t know the name of any other exercises.
- Shows the askers immaturity – if you don’t believe me, note how often the bench press is the first thing all teenage boys seem to do first when they hit the free weight area.
For some reason the bench press has developed a reputation of being the main measure of a persons strength, despite the fact that the bench press is focused on only working upper body strength.
Continue reading “How much do you bench?”
As I get older I realise how much my priorities in life have been all out of whack.
I have done a lot of reading about successful people and I notice a general trend of how they prioritise their own lives. Continue reading “The Priority Levels”
It has been seven months since I started a relationship.
When I started writing the Manifesto of Perfection accepted that I would be spending my life alone. My previous past experiences had put a distrust in women – so I could never see myself getting into a long term relationship.
Then I met Vicky and my perception changed. Continue reading “The parents meet the parents”
Freedom is cruel, for every choice we make to be free the decision makes us less free in other aspects of our life.
The man who does not work has the freedom of time, , to see family, or to calmly observe his world.
But he loses the freedom of capital, unlike the man who can offer security, engage in leisure activities and see the rest of the world.
Continue reading “The cruel conflict of freedom”