If you only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier than other people, and this is always difficult, for we believe others to be happier than they are. — Montesquieu
Today’s thought: Very few people have the humility to start as amateurs. They procrastinate doing the work they want in the name of perfectionism. You know these people. The ones who have been saying for years that they’re going to do something but never do. Yet inwardly, they’re terrified of what other people will think […]
Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so […]
There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than you are capable of living. – Nelson Mandela
“Before you speak, ask yourself if what you are going to say is true, is kind, is necessary, is helpful. If the answer is no, maybe what you are about to say should be left unsaid.” –Bernard Meltzer
The Meaning of Life
“The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.”
“Every object has a different role to play. Not all clothes have come to you to be worn threadbare. It is the same with people. Not every person you meet in life will become a close friend or lover. Some you will find hard to get along with or impossible to like. But these people, […]
Oh, Nigel Slater.
A can of sardines, drained of their oil and dusted lightly in flour. Fried in a little fresh oil (the other stuff is way too fishy) for two minutes, then slapped between two pieces of bread spread with mayonnaise, with thickly sliced cucumber. (aka lunch tomorrow)
This is why I love Nigel Slater.
Supper is baked potatoes, salt-crusted by rolling the damp, freshly rinsed potatoes in sea salt flakes, baked till their skins are crisp, then split open and stuffed with smashed smoked mackerel and chopped dill. A dollop of sour cream and it is a quietly splendid evening meal.