Pinched from the wonderful Abby Norman, whose book I read earlier this year and found very relatable. She asks herself these questions once a year so I thought I’d do the same, using them to kick of the month of reflective posts I usually write as we approach the end of the year. Continue reading “30 Questions”
I turned thirty this year, and uncharacteristically for me I both spoke about it and celebrated it a little bit. In the course of reflecting on leaving my twenties, I thought about some of the things I’d done over the last few years, and it turned out there were a lot of them.
As the end of the year creeps closer I always find myself reflecting on what I’ve done over the last twelve months and what I might like to do over the next twelve. However, in the words of Bill Gates, “Most people overestimate what they can do in one year and underestimate what they can do in ten years.” I really saw this clearly when I looked back over the last decade: there were a few patches of time in which I felt I wasn’t doing much, or moving forward with my life, but when I reflected on the decade as a whole I realised how much I’d got done. Continue reading “A Decade On…”
A couple of years ago my friend found a Buzzfeed list of questions to ask yourself at the end of each year, and they were quite good so I incorporated them into that year’s New Year party. Since then I’ve done a bit of reflecting on them myself, so here’s this year’s contribution. Continue reading “End Of Year Reflections 2017”
Well, it hasn’t been the best of years. I’ve spent most of it heavily medicated, curled up in beds or baths at home or in hospital. However, there have been some highlights, and the extended period of time at home made me remember some stuff I’d forgotten, like how important philosophy is to me, and how much I enjoy spending time alone.
the sights of 2017
the grey sofa covered in grey blankets, and grey me lying there greyly
a purple laptop with flickering screen, nestling amongst white bedclothes
a piano covered in dustsheets
plants at the end of the bath, fronds dangling near my toes
the glaring bright of the bathroom light: an attack
my face in the mirror, a white death mask
and smoke rising from a cauldron.
Following on from yesterday’s best fiction post, here are the best non-fiction books I read this year. (Note that not all of these were published this year, that’s just when I read them.)
The following are abridged reviews; where there’s a longer version on the blog, I’ve linked to it.