I used to think that the only way I could be more productive was to sleep less so that I had more time to get stuff done. The irony is that without enough sleep, it takes us longer to get through our to-do lists and we are ultimately less productive.
There are so many ways to capture your gratitude, but all that really matters is that you feel it and you notice the seemingly insignificant moments in your day that bring you joy.
It’s that time of year again… tis the season! When a teeny tiny elf-shaped visitor arrives for the next 24 days. A cheeky little elf who demands your attention and creativity every evening right up until the big day itself!
If, like me, you’ve cosied up into that lovely state of sleepiness only to be dragged back awake as the stark realisation of your elf duty flashes through your mind. Or perhaps you even make it until morning, when his smiling little face awaits you, exactly where you left him the day before, his eyes saying “forget about me, did you?”
Sometimes it feels like we’re always defining who we are, what we do, what we’re about. We attach labels to ourselves… the outward ones: professional, mother, wife, teacher, mentor, manager, organiser…
It doesn’t matter – just start somewhere. As I was tidying out the dusty relics of careers gone by, I found a folder of assembly scripts and reflections I wrote years ago. One of them, written 10 years ago, caught my eye and I wanted to share part of it with you.
