Though not really an avid news consumer, this morning I caught wind of the backlash resulting from Shell’s now-infamous “Climate Poll Tweet.”
If you haven’t seen it, let me catch you up. Shell went out on a limb and asked the audience, “What are you willing to change to help reduce emissions?”
Allow that to digest for just a moment. Let the audacity sink in.
It wasn’t lost on US Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, who directly called Shell out for their hypocrisy.
In a similar vein, Greta Thunberg accused Shell of “endless greenwash”, while climate scientist Professor Katharine Hayhoe drew attention to the company’s contribution to atmospheric CO2 which is causing global warming. …
So, it finally arrived. The moment we’ve all been waiting for.
Pubs may open tomorrow in England, at 6am. Oh, joy.
Here in Scotland (or at least most places in Scotland), we can go further now. The 5 mile travel limit has been lifted. Holiday cottages are re-opening.
I live in quite a popular town for tourists, in one of Scotland’s two national parks. Our local community group is abuzz over road signs, littering and loitering, and the invasion of outsiders. …
This is the message that I am being bombarded with at the moment. From businesses that are pivoting to make shiny new objects that they never went into business to make (and making a healthy profit), to coaches who can help you pivot your business and make more dollah that you can possibly imagine — the message is clear.
You Need To Pivot.
You Need To Work.
You Need To Contribute.
Adapt or Die.
Don’t get me wrong — it’s ace that BrewDog are making hand sanitiser, and Rolls Royce are making ventilators. Though it does raise a tiny question in mind about what the world would be like if we weren’t so attached to luxury items and exotic travel and exploitation, and if our economy wasn’t based on greed and growth and the God profit…. …
I recently took the opportunity to travel to Copenhagen for a bit of R&R, and it turned out to be one of the best trips I’ve ever taken.
Travelling alone can be quite intimidating for many people — and for some perhaps it doesn’t even appeal.
I know I often find that I don’t enjoy things as much when I’m on my own and I have no one to share the experience with.
… But this trip was different.
This was a trip specifically just for me.
For the last 2.5 years I’ve been travelling with my partner as we set up and ran our businesses on the move. While it’s been a lot of fun — I’ve also had some of the most anxious times of my life. …
I’m a big advocate of self-care.
Throughout most of my adult life, I’ve not just not really known how to look after myself well — but I’ve been almost actively self-sabotaging and abusing myself.
So for me, learning how to apply self-care has been life-changing — but I’ve learned a few lessons along the way.
In simple terms, self-care is about actively looking after your self.
It’s about looking after your health, but more subtly, it’s also about looking after your needs, and it can be from any angle imaginable. …
This week I got bogged down — badly.
I got through it by the skin of my teeth, and so I’d actually sat down to write a pithy article, “5 Quick Tips on Getting Unstuck,” or something else along those lines, but what transpired on the page made me recoil in horror.
Yeah. A tricksy mental health stigma showed up and stared me down.
You see, I’m a Type 4 on the Enneagram — which means I can swing wildly from sheer joy to deep despair — and back to joy again — in a matter of minutes. …
October was a pretty big month for me.
I made a commitment to myself to publish on Medium every single day. In my head, I was gearing up for writing an entire novel in November for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) — so much so that I’ve even booked myself a week in Copenhagen to see out the month and to finish it up.
I was feeling fancy.
Well, I kind of failed in my target. I also have 13 unpublished posts sitting across my Medium drafts and my Macbook. That’s 4,615 words in draft.
That means that in October, I wrote 32, 321 words. …
They leave me confused.
Very confused. And a bit cold.
I wish I was oblivious, but I’m not.
Like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn in. I admit I do have a morbid fascination with Instagram influencers.
Pastel pinks, washed out whites, VSCO eat your heart out. It’s cute and carefully curated — but it has also become homogeneous, and generic.
But I’m *still* following.
Put together, collected, collated — and coyly presented for your acceptance and your likes…
Why do I find it so compelling?
I am my own person, finally. I mean, it took a lot of work. It’s still pretty shaky at the best times, and I’m only human, so I’m not yet immune to comparisonitis. …
I hate to break it to whoever invented “fake it til you make it,” but for the most part, it sucks.
People do not like being lied to.
Yes, stories are great. Embellishments are fun.
But you know what’s super sexy?
Honesty. And vulnerability. And relatability.
All these things are massively undermined when someone straight-up lies about whether they’re up to the task.
And that’s just the present tense.
That’s not even taking into consideration what exactly that person thinks they’ll do when they’ve quote-unquote made it.
Suddenly stop faking it? Let the world see them for reals?
I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that. …
This was pretty much the last blog post I ever wanted to write.
It’s not something I’m at all comfortable sharing even with my journal, let alone a stranger — and let alone the internet (or at least Medium’s corner of it).
But sometimes that’s just the way things go.
So here goes.
Last night I popped into my local T K Maxx for a new journal. I’m getting close to the end of my current Morning Pages journal which I started on January 1st this year.
Day One, 2019!It feels significant — probably more so than it really is.
Usually, I get through these journals faster, but midway through the year I had an epiphany on bullet journaling and immediately ditched my Morning Pages journal. …