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  • I’ll let you into a secret. This is not about trusting your life to a coin toss. You are not letting the universe decide. When the coin lands you will notice that one outcome leaves you feeling slightly thrilled, the other a little deflated. You now know

  • Haven't we all felt this way at one time or another? I wish I could paint, but I have no talent; I wish I could be in a band, but I don't have the skills. I wish, I wish, I wish…

  • Whatever life bestows on us, nothing need restrict our attitude, our curiosity or our imagination. Whether you are 25 or 52, you can still opt to reclaim the youthful enthusiasm you may have had wrung out of you.

  • Each stage of flabbiness is more restricting and stifling than the one before it. They creep insidiously over me like vines until it takes one hell of a struggle to escape their clutches. If ever I feel the saggy symptoms of flabbiness snuffling up on my

  • It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;

  • It is rare to do something where, even if you are desperate, there is no option of quitting and scurrying off to somewhere a little cosier and safer. Out at sea, there was no way to say, ‘Sayonara, punks. I’m done with this.’ Our nearest neighbours were t

  • Boff Whalley, from the band Chumbawamba is a keen runner, never happier than when mud-splattered and gasping up on the windy hills of West Yorkshire. He is also a playwright, the founder of Commoners Choir, and the author of Run Wild - an account of his e

  • Many people share the same fears and bottlenecks. This might help you see that your difficulty is not unique and, perhaps more resolvable. A problem shared is a problem halved and all that…

  • The scourge of time and money

  • What can you say ‘no’ to that will free up time and energy for you to live more adventurously?

  • Heading for the mountains with a rucksack and a back-breaking pile of firewood is perhaps a drastic option. You may not need to go that far if you do some ruthless differentiating between the urgent demands and what is actually important.

  • There are a mere 168 hours in a week. This used to scare, sadden and infuriate me, even back when I could pour 70, 80, 90 hours directly into the stuff I loved. I used to chase the clock and rage and grasp at the altar of getting things done. It drove me