How to Be Annoyed
Six months ago, I was overwhelmed by a constant sense of annoyance living in Portugal. Every little thing seemed to get under my skin.
My public journal where I share weekly reflections on how I’m unlearning.
Six months ago, I was overwhelmed by a constant sense of annoyance living in Portugal. Every little thing seemed to get under my skin.
Walking the streets of Lisbon recently, a family of tourists asked me to take their photo in front of one of the many city lookout points.
One minute he would be in tears and the next he would be laughing and playing with his toy cars.
A seed was humbly planted at the start of the year and what grew from it surpassed any expectations I may have had.
To contrast that experience, a few weeks ago I was invited to a retreat in Southern Europe alongside a range of entrepreneurs and investors.
I have twenty years of experience driving and have driven in at least twenty countries and many more cities.
This is not a reflection about pigeon, a common and comforting yoga pose.
Sitting for dinner, at a beachside resort in the South of Spain overlooking the Mediterranean, I was with a group of entrepreneurs last week.
The root of the word mother is matr
After spending the last few months enjoying the Australian summer, and avoiding the North American winter
Imagine watching a boat speed away, leaving you behind, alone, on a tiny little island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
“One tiramisu. Four spoons please”.
“I go to yoga so I can post that I went to yoga”.
I noticed when someone took one out. I was also noticed when I took mine out.
I didn’t realize he had been holding it for so long. It must have been difficult for him, and I was completely unaware of it this entire time.
The day had started slow, or at least slow relative to what my norm had been.
The sun had not yet risen and my eyes were blurry, it was still early in the morning.
I walked in and felt intimidated. The music was pumping. The air conditioner was on full blast. The energy was intense.
For the first six years of my entrepreneurial career, I did not take a break or vacation.
It was the biggest risk I had taken in a while.
In the West, so much of what we culturally encourage is forceful
As I sat there in silence, quietly eating my meal and staring at all of these old people, I began to wonder about identity.
The wisdom of Ayurveda was initially passed down through oral tradition, with sages conveying the principles and practices to their disciples.
Earlier this month while on extended holidays in Australia, being in the worst possible time zone relative to my businesses, family and friends, actually opened up a new sensation that I am still making sense of.