We are so good at celebrating beginnings, but we tend to pity people during endings. But what if there was a different kind of tradition around quitting? A party with everyone you love there, and speeches. People would dress in violet, for violet is the colour of self-respect and restored optimism, and they would eat cake with a big Q on top, for Quit.
Once upon a time, there was a healthy, professional Western woman in her 30’s who found herself in a major life crisis due to one terrifying fact: She was suddenly single.
It was supposed to be every writer’s dream when a Hollywood film producer bought the option to adapt my memoir for the big screen. Love with a Chance of Drowning was due to publish in three months time but the love itself was drowning. Quickly. Painfully. Publicly.
I’ve spent the last ten years experimenting with the boundaries of risk and fear, and this is my advice to women who want to walk alone.
Who knew an animal the size of a loaf of bread could teach a person to overcome fear?
What happens when you spend ten days in a silent meditation retreat? This…
I recently put out a call inviting readers to share stories of their own fearful adventures. Now it’s time to pick a winner…
I’ve invited bloggers to tell me about their fearful adventures. It could be something epic, like circling the globe on a rusty unicycle, or something creative, like starting work on a novel. There are only two conditions: 1. It inspires you, 2. It scares you.
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For sixteen months, my own personal doomsday has been slowly approaching. With the launch of my book, I knew I was going to have to face up to something I’m terrified of. I’m not talking about deep water or heights or snakes. I’m talking about something that has held me back from opportunities and shaped […]