When I was 28, my childhood friend and former roommate died from a drugs overdose. He was just 27.
It didn’t surprise me that he was gone. Perhaps, subconsciously, I was surprised he’d lasted so long.
Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell. It did. It broke me.
[Read more…] about Hope Comes From the InsideRecently, I gave this blog a bit of a design makeover, and moved to a much more minimal look and feel.
In fairness, my previous theme – Myth, from MeanThemes – had a pretty stripped back look, with a simple hero image for the header area, and single column design for the content.
A little before Christmas last year, our five year old son Ewan lost his first tooth.
My wife noticed it being loose at first, and our son got super excited. One of his favourite shows is Paw Patrol, and there was an episode where one of the dogs – Chase – had a loose tooth.
[Read more…] about The Emotional Punch of a Child’s Lost Tooth
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Thank 10 followers on each social network you?re on for being there with you.
Cull the networks you?re told you should be on to only the ones you need to be on.
Praise a work colleague or team you lead for the awesome work they?re doing.
Leave that last report at the office until the next day and spend time with those that really matter.
Buy a coffee a day for a homeless person.
Speak up for someone you know won?t speak up for themselves but deserve to be heard.
Call someone up you?ve let slip off your radar and make them feel remembered.
Instead of talking about how we?d like to change the world, let?s start by changing us?first.
Homeward bound, to the clackety???clack of the track.?Strangers all around, though not by sight. Tired eyes, looking for the landmarks that signal home.
The windows beckon, offering stolen glances of a landscape we knew much better in the light of half a day ago.
Muted notes from bands we?ll never know, headphones offering solace from the silence that engulfs.
Stolen glances. Untold stories. Lives crisscrossing, yet not.
The city lights near. The shuffled gait begins. Together we move, but as individuals.
Disembark and depart. The white lined boxes empty one by one, until as barren as the opportunity to connect.
Home. Sanctuary. Familiarity. Warmth.
At least for some.
Perhaps tomorrow we?ll learn another?s life. Perhaps tomorrow we?ll offer up a smile. Perhaps tomorrow we?ll unburden the burdened.
Tomorrow?s another day, after all. No need to change today what can wait until tomorrow.
It?s not like tomorrow will never come, after all.
Yes, perhaps tomorrow.
