Eating Soup

How often do we get round, or indeed have the time to get round, to trying something genuinely new?  Try and think back to the last time that you did something you had never done before?  For me, the opportunity arose this week and whilst my initial reaction was one of staying in my comfort zone, I ended up trying something that I think I can safely say took me both metaphorically and literally out of my comfort zone.  Yoga.  Now this may not be a big deal to you, indeed you may be a black belt in Yoga (I am not fully conversant with all the terms yet) but as a mid-fifties, six feet tall, 90 kg male who has never got anywhere close to touching his toes, this was a big deal and a long way away from my comfort zone. The opportunity arose after a throwaway comment from someone I had met for the first time earlier in the week.  I had certainly never considered Yoga and truth be told, had no idea what it was about.  My normal reaction would have been to polite...

I spend a lot of time thinking.   This is not necessarily a bad thing as it's both free and does not get you too many strange looks on the tram.   Recently I was thinking about the pursuit of happiness and why it seems to be so difficult to get the age-old balance of money, time and health to balance?    This is not a new thought for me, or indeed anyone else, but life does seem to get in the way of actually actioning anything specific.   During this use of tram time, I remembered I had once started a blog on this subject, or at least I thought I had.   It's odd when you are not entirely sure if you are recalling something you actually got round to doing or if you just thought really hard about the idea but never did anything about it in the end.   So today, a quiet Sunday morning where Dear Wife has gone to the gym, I thought I would see if I had indeed started a blog or whether my memory was just playing tricks on me.   Eventually, after m...