Follow your dreams…but what dreams?
Sylvie had, has, the voice of an angel. The sort of voice that you hear in your dreams. I met her at University and even in her late teens, when she sang it would lift your soul, or bring you to laughter, or tears. Sometimes it would do all three in the course of five…
The seductive peril of loving your job
If there was a time when I did anything other than sit in meetings with lawyers and bankers and consultants, I’m not sure I can recall it. There must have been a point where I didn’t do any work on weekends, but if there was it’s lost to my recollection. I go to sleep thinking…
Work less hard, you won’t regret it
Do you feel like you work too hard? Spend too many hours in the office or commuting? You’re not alone. People on their deathbeds wish they hadn’t worked so hard. It’s a cliché isn’t it? I certainly find myself often saying or thinking: “No one says on their deathbed that they wished they had spent…
Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again, too few to mention
We were on the steps of the Sacre Coeur in Paris in the late spring. Night had almost wrapped itself around us and the lights of the city flickered beneath our feet. There was a breeze but enough warmth to hint at the promise of summer. I was sixteen and it was the last night…