A skeptical dive into the weird, sketchy, occasionally life-changing world
of self-improvement.
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It’s the most blunderful time of the year
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Christmas is tricky and exhausting. New Year’s is fraught. The world’s most powerful people are insane. Read this post for a break from all that.
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Day 24: oops
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It was around 9 AM this morning when I realised I hadn’t sent out an email yesterday. It wasn’t laziness or tiredness or illness; I just forgot. Straight forgot. Which is odd; getting this email out is…
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Day 22: you may live in interesting times
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My nights have started getting late again. In my defence, the daughter wakes up at 11 pm sharp every night; her body clock seems infallible. (It used to be 10, but then we were hit by the…
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Day 21: aaaaarghhhhh
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I nearly made the whole body of the email just “aaaargh” but I opted for not. But man, it was tempting. I just spent the best part of the evening taking turns with My Wife trying to…
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Day 19: it just keeps happening!
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I did a couple of the hard things that my previous email assured readers, courtesy of Ms Rachel, that you can in fact do. I guess this email is proof! I am feeling more testy and scatterbrained…
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Day 18: You Can Do Hard Things
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There’s something I’ve heard that I can’t fully attribute, probably because it’s common sense, or perhaps just sense. I’ve variously heard it from friends and relatives and a therapist and social media memes, and it goes along…
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DAY 17: NEW INTERN
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HI. IT HULK TODAY. JOSH TIRED. JOSH NO REALISE HOW HARD EMAIL EACH DAY IS. JOSH OUTSOURCE EMAIL TO HULK. HULK SMASH KEYBOARD. HULK MAKE MANY TYPOS. HULK MAD! HULK THANKFUL FOR AUTOMATED SPELLING CORRECTION. JOSH SAY:…
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Day 16: a walk in the woods
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If I find myself getting particularly snappish or shrewish or off-centre it’s almost always one of three things: And to this list I am tempted to add a fourth item; Haven’t been touching enough grass. And perhaps…
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Day 15: Some days just don’t work
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I spent the latterly chunk of today despairing of getting nothing done, on account mostly of our youngest’s new habit of being an angel during daylight hours and a shrieking, sleepless imp by night. I’d call it…
