Does Money Buy Happiness?

Money doesn't buy happiness they say. But when it comes to basics like making rent, eating and having a warm home, money makes your life much easier. Don’t get me wrong, most of my life I’ve lived pretty comfortably. I can’t speak from experience of fiscal struggles being a daily reality throughout my life, but … Continue reading Does Money Buy Happiness?

How not to be a pushover

This post on assertiveness was originally posted on March 2015. I set this development goal on something originally set called 'Stop looking after my friends so much'. The last few months has been a key few months.  I have started my new job, but realise (and have been told) that I lack the confidence to … Continue reading How not to be a pushover

How did we all become such miserable bastards?

In the western world we live in a very privileged society.  We have safety, comfort and the freedom of leisure in ways that our ancestors never experienced. So, what I am wondering is... How did we all become such miserable bastards? I walk along the street and spot people with glum faces.  You give a … Continue reading How did we all become such miserable bastards?

My Hell – 1 year on

It was almost a year ago when I was heading up for a crash and my life took a turn for the worse and I thought there was no escape. I even wrote a post about it called My Hell. I was truly in a sorry state - I was in no fit condition to … Continue reading My Hell – 1 year on

How not to be a pushover

In January I set myself the goal to 'Be more assertive'. This was a development on a goal I had originally set called 'Stop looking after my friends so much'. The last few months has been a key few months - for developing the importance of this goal.  I have started my new job, but … Continue reading How not to be a pushover

My angry year

"You're a person who loses their temper easily..." When a boss said that to me, I thought that was not like me at all.  I am pretty well laid back and from that statement I realised they did not know me at all. Ironically I left the room in an angry state, then again they … Continue reading My angry year