Do You Call Yourself Lazy for Resting? (A Missive About Self Care)

I think of my body as a fun vehicle I’ve been given to experience my life with. I imagine myself as a Kia Soul, unique and quirky but practical and useful, a little slow to get up to speed but dependable once I get going. And I remember from when I had my own (actual) car that if I don’t change the oil, get it rustproofed, wash it and take loving care of it, the car begins dragging and breaking down. It gets old before its time. It can support me only as long as I support it.

You Need a Self Doubt Mastery Plan (so you can do the stuff that matters)

You Need a Self Doubt Mastery Plan (so you can do the stuff that matters)

It was one of the greatest nights of my life.

One hundred people mingled together in the small room I had booked next to a large music venue.

As an introvert who has always loved helping to create a sense of community for people (but rarely do because I truly border on reclusive), knowing that I had brought all these people together and that they were now connecting, talking and laughing thrilled me. But the best part? They had all come to listen to me read from my newly launched book Help Me, Asia: Five Countries, One Mission, Learn How to Be Happy–the writing of which had been a trying, 10-year labour of love.