Escapism is an art. We enjoy a glass (or 4) of wine after work or binge watch Netflix. We fill our virtual shopping baskets with items we don’t need. We dream of far-off places in utopia to escape our daily reality. We try to fill that emptiness inside us with excess which may lead to self-destructive habits. Do we really
Self-care isn’t selfish. It’s essential. In these strange times, in which even some of our most balanced and collected acquaintances are feeling a little on edge, taking some “me” time is fundamental to staying well and, frankly, sane. Addressing our needs to maintain mental and physical wellbeing is not just crucial for ourselves but for those we love as well.
It was the evening of 23rd of November 2010, 2 days before Thanksgiving in the US. I was asleep upstairs when my partner Lee woke me to tell me my sister had died. Upon hearing the news, I jumped out of bed in shock, ran down the stair and out the door onto the street outside. It had snowed in
I come from a generation whose idea of work life balance equated to whether you could balance your sixth cup of coffee on top of the huge stack of work you’re behind on. By definition the term “working from home” simply meant you were working … from home … at 11pm and on weekends. I’ve worked and taken conference calls