It’s been 155 days since I gave up alcohol. More on that in this Post. On Saturday, after work some colleagues and I went out for a drink. It was a Birthday. After work, we Sabered a bottle of champagne, as it’s tradition.

A Condescending Post About Light. Something popped into my head last night. An idea for a photography video, but as this kind of video has been made a million times before I figured, fuck it! Make it for idiots. The idea is to be as condescending as possible. Like everyone I’m talking to has no idea what I’m talking about.

Here we are again, nothing to write about except having nothing to write about. Or, maybe, yeah. Hang on. Yesterday I decided to start making YouTube videos. One will go live today at 14:00. It’s just a quick and dirty, spur-of-the-moment, just make one, upload it and see what happens kinda thing // Video.

Why am I not making videos for YouTube? I mean I could come up with a few reasons but they’d all by pointless excuses that ultimately just comes down to fear. I hate that.

So, I started writing a a post yesterday that ended up becoming something more, and longer, than I had expected it to. I seem able to write for the sake of writing these days. Whether or not it’s any good is for you to decide. That post will be published here on Friday 11th.

over the last few weeks, I’ve come to realise that my appetite is affected by the work I do. When I’m doing work I enjoy it, My appetite is good. When I’m doing work I don’t really care about, my appetite suffers. Let’s start by detailing my work and food habits over an average week. Mon-Wed. I eat three times a day, usually within a six-hour window

That guy behind the bar, the one serving you a drink, is an actor. He doesn’t always behave like this. If you were to bump into him in the street he’d most likely not remember you, because it’s not really him you saw behind the bar, but an alternate personality that he created to make your experience one you’d remember. For him, it’s an act.

After the last few days screwed up my schedule, I’m now actively trying to get it all back on track. Up early, read, work on my blog (like right now), go for a walk etc. Is this structured life a good thing? Maybe or maybe not. But if it works, it must be good, right? If it works it works. As a writer, I think that structure beats inspiration hands down.

Lessons from a Whisky Distillery Tour. Yesterday was the tenth anniversary of the [English] Cotswolds Whisky Distillery (website). In my opinion, the most consistently good English Whisky. I don’t think I’ve ever had one I didn’t like on some level. First and foremost, I want to thank everyone who organised the trip that allowed me to go on my first distillery tour.

This is all about time. I just finished reading The Dip by Seth Godin and watching an Alex Horomozi video on time management. This happened unplanned one right after the other. Serendipity? Anyway, I came to the conclusion that the one thing I don’t actually want to do every week is work at the bar, but right now this is something that I need to do

I think we’ve all been online long enough to have seen, “No one thinks about you, they’re all too busy thinking about themselves.” Or something to that effect. Or “Never be a minion, always be an owner.” — Cornelius Vanderbilt. The 50th Law has to be the best self-help book I’ve read (not finished yet) and it cuts to the heart of the matter. The self—You have to do it yourself, no one is coming to save you…

Frankly the only thing on my mind this morning wasn’t a something at all, but a someone. A young woman I met many years ago. I would see her regularly. In that, we were both in the same place at the same time. I had feelings for her, but they seemed to diminish with time, and I stopped being in that place and she moved away.

The abundance of food nowadays is just too much, we don’t NEED to eat 4 times a day (Based on breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a snack). Some of you might disagree with that, which is cool, leave a comment below with your thoughts on that. But the fact remains…

Who am I? This is a question we all ask ourselves at some point. When we’re lost and looking for purpose, the answer to “Who am I?” might give us what we seek. But who we are is based on our experiences up to this point, and a lot of that is based on our childhood, and how we were raised (treated) by our parents. And that has impacted our choices.

“You and I are not born as Tubula Rosa-Blank Slates. We are not free to become anyone we want to be. Rather, our task is to become who we already are.” - Steven Pressfield. So the above quote hit me today. He was referring to a line from his book The Legend of Bagger Vance and a golf swing. Saying that the swing is in there, like the statue of David, you just need to chip away the rough parts.