Living life to the full

The recent death of a friend (not close but very dear) and everything that goes with that (the shock of losing one so young, so loved and admired, so healthy and full of life) is having a profound effect on me. 

Here was a man cut down in his prime; on the verge of achieving great success in his business, playing a key role in family life and maintaining a vast network of friends that adored him. At least 500 of them were at the church to say their final goodbyes, many having travelled far and wide to be there and many more unable to attend. 

With old friends and acquaintances reunited, as is the way with these things, the tears flowed and so did the drinks. The mourners determined to send Tim off in style and, apart from the lack of jagerbombs, I believe we did him proud. 

As well as goodbye the key message of the day was to be more Tim. #bemorecogley. But what does that mean?

Try as I might I cannot define the qualities that made this man so much to so many people. Yes he was kind, yes he was gracious, yes he was confident and charming, never arrogant, never mean, yes he was witty and inclusive and well mannered. But he was more than that. 

What plays on repeat in my mind is this quote from Lao Tzu:

The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long

I am so very grateful that Tim’s flame shone a light in our lives for a short while. 

And so, I will be more Tim. I will dress up, put on my sunglasses and go to the races. I will give 110% in every area of my life. I will be appreciative, remain humble and be a better friend. But, I’m also more determined than ever to drink less, eat better and get more sleep, because life is too short to be unhealthy and I’m living mine to the full. 

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Sometimes downtime is the most productive time


Yesterday I met my friend Stewart for coffee. The last time we met for coffee it was part of a revision session (we are both studying a professional qualification). This time our appointment was purely social. 
Stewart was running late so I got to spend a bonus ten minutes or so researching things to do on our upcoming holiday, admiring the view of the sun-drenched yet still cold village from within the local coffee shop and generally pondering what to do with my life. 
The latter is something I’ve spent a lot of time contemplating recently; trying to workout how I can incorporate happiness, fitness and deliciousness into my every day. With zero fulfilment from my current job I know I need to move on. The question is, move on to what?

Since we first met a few years ago I’ve made it my business to throw in my two penn’orth on all sorts of issues in Stewart’s life from his relationships – be they exes or prospectives – to his diet and exercise and even gift buying and his career. Today Stewart suggested I make that kind of thing my career; make a business out of other people’s business and become a life coach. 
I’ve looked into it; I have the required skills. The question now is how do I make the move?
My weekend downtime turned out to be my most productive day of the week, giving me a direction to work towards. It’s amazing what opportunities can arise when you stop looking. 

Growing Better


This morning I had a rare opportunity to learn a bit more about Howard’s job. He took me to visit one of his soon to be suppliers, Growing Better, at their Yorkshire nursery. 
Growing Better is a social enterprise that is improving mental health through urban farming. We visited their salad nursery. 
On arrival we were met by Growing Better’s founder, Rob, who was kind enough to offer us drinks and show us around. I get the feeling Rob has started something really exciting. He is passionate about the produce and the future opportunities for the enterprise. 
As I photographed Rob and Howard chatting about the leaves I started to feel really excited as well. Growing Better’s produce is good, it’s local and it’s fresh. But they’re not just growing salad; they’re cultivating better mental health. With all the stresses that today’s modern society brings I think this is a really worthwhile project. 
At the end of our visit Rob generously gave us a tray of leaves to bring home. For perhaps the first time in my life I tasted a single baby leaf. It was delicate and fresh with a peppery finish. It’s name was Dragon’s Breath. We’ll be having more with our tea. 
I really look forward to seeing Growing Better grow more and I hope it’s a roaring success. 
For more information about Growing Better visit http://growingbetter.co/

Lent 2015

Every year I look forward to Lent. After the excess of Christmas and the fledgling fitness regimes that a new year invariably brings, Lent is the perfect opportunity to get focussed, get on track and bring resolutions together with a little extra challenge. Knowing that challenge is time limited and likely to end with a big chocolate egg makes achieving it more manageable.

I love to set myself fitness goals. This year’s is to run my first 10k. So far I only run a couple of times a week and not every week either. The farthest distance I’ve run yet is 5k at my local Parkrun. The training programme on my trusty Runkeeper app that will take me from 5 to 10k in time for race day starts today.

Nutrition wise I need to up my game. After my 2013/14 success with My Fitness Pal I’ve managed to maintain a slim figure but I’m aware my diet lacks the vitamins and minerals I need. The issue isn’t not knowing what to eat; the issue is making the time to plan and prepare meals.

For Lent this year I’ll be giving up meat, sugar and coffee. The idea being that
without these in my diet I’ll consume more fish, fruit and water. My commitment to Lent should ensure I pay more attention to the food I eat and take control of what I use to fuel my body by planning ahead and cooking from scratch. By the time Easter Sunday arrives I expect I’ll have no desire for that chocolate egg but instead a fitter, healthier body and mind.

Autumn is in the air

A walk in the park

Normanby Park

I love autumn! The fiery colours of the leaves contrasting against the verdant green of the slightly longer than it should be grass on which they fall, the smell of damp earth and the feeling of cold air against my cheeks. I even enjoy the rain at this time of year. It’s not yet so cold that it stings your face as it lands but its cold enough to be refreshing and reminds me of the cycle of nature relentlessly turning regardless of what we humans are up to at any given time.

Last weekend Miles and I went for a walk with Grauntie in Normanby Park. (Well actually he dangled happily from his sling while we walked.) It was the perfect day for an autumnal stroll. The air was cool and there was mist in the distance. The damp gravel gave a satisfying crunch with every step of my snuggly Ugg booted feet. We watched the deer from a distance as the stag loudly warned us to stay away (which fascinated Miles) then walked through the leafy park until our cheeks were suitably rosy and it was time to head home.

The best bit was remembering to take my camera. It’s hardly been used so far this year and I’m determined to get to grips with it. The park provided the perfect opportunity to practice.