The Thoughts We Rarely Admit
Observations from two decades of Japan life, from the nuances of teaching and farming to the comfort of a small home and everyday routines.
Four days off over New Year taught me something that years of working never did. Regulating your schedule might matter more to your happiness than your salary or success.
I am weighing up a return to the UK to care for my father. But a clash over a motorcycle reminded me of the difference between going home and going backwards.
We got divorced, signed the papers, then went home and kept living together for years. Here is what staying in the same house taught me about letting go.
For 20 years, I have worked on Christmas Day. I send a card, make a call, and treat it like any other Tuesday. This is a defense of the quiet holiday.
We spend so much time rushing that our thoughts get trapped in a loop. See why a simple change of scenery is often the only way to break the spell.
One of the last photos of my friend showed him lying in the hospital holding a Bible. It made me wonder if I have missed something. Should I read the Bible at my age?
I am 57 and I have never bought a new vehicle. It is a modest dream I cannot afford. But admitting it helped me reconnect with the person I used to be.
I have worked thousands of hours on four different blogs, but I am still living paycheque to paycheque. I am starting to wonder if I have been “laboring in vain” by building without God.
I am 57, my reflexes are slow, and I will never make the leaderboards. That is exactly why I play. Discover the freedom of being gloriously mediocre at something that doesn’t matter.
