Here's a couple books I read in March:
Tattooist of Auschwitz - Heather Morris. A real page turner that grips you right from the start. The story behind the creation of the book is remarkable. The lead character, Lale, had a story to tell and waited a long time and the right person to tell it. Heather does it fantastically, and in a gripping fiction read.
Cylka’s Journey - Heather Morris. A follow up on the above, with the life of another character explored in yet again, thrilling fashion. A fiction tale following Cylka’s life in the Soviet Gulags, directly after a few years in Auschwitz!
Four Agreements - Don Miguel Ruiz. A nice easy read with deep truths based on ancient Toltec wisdom. A lot of valuable advice on dealing with Muck, or the parasite as he refers to it as, and how simple agreements can make a profound difference, if implemented.
Brown Baby - Nikesh Shukla. An interesting memoir of a father writing to his daughter explaining difficult themes around family, grief, race and big topics in the world that are often hard to discuss.
Skin In The Game - Nassim Taleb. This is one of the best business books I’ve read in a long time, and it’s not actually a business book. Filled with models of thinking, framing, and understanding behind how so much of society works, it’s probably a book I need to re-read a few times to truly understand. The key point: beware of anyone with no skin in the game. I thought of the fitness industry a lot when reading this.
The Almanack of Naval Ravikant - Eric Jorgenson. I was gifted this book a few weeks back and read it twice on a weekend. It’s a fantastic resource and collection of Naval’s thinking on navigating business, health and happiness.
I’m currently reading Think Like A Monk by Jay Shetty (non fiction) and Da Vince Code by Dan Brown (fiction).
I’m asleep in the depths of the savanna.
Under the shade of a tree that lets a bit of sunlight through the gaps of the leaves.
I’ve been asleep for about 8, 10, maybe 12 hours.
My stomach is hungry, it’s time to find my prey.
So I get up, stumble my way past my pride, and head out.
I’ve got my strategic hat on, as I catch my eye on a few lone wildebeests.
My mane is itchy, but I’m ready.
I skirt around the outside, and without giving the wildebeest a chance, pounce.
Without hesitation, I bite his neck, cut his windpipe off, and kill him for my dinner.
Luckily, I’m not far from the pride, who are overjoyed at some extra food tonight.
My pride is happy. My stomach is settled. And my hard work is done. Time to rest and go again tomorrow.
It’s sort of like a market cycle. Or an ECG graph that turns fatal.
It hits peaks, then troughs, then equalises. Or corrects itself.
I’m learning irreversible decisions (or close to, as nearly all can be otherwise) bring with it similar cycles.
The emotional highs, that it’s the best thing since sliced bread. Then the thought that it’s the end of the world.
And then, something interesting happens. Usually about 30 days later. The rollercoaster calms down, the knee-jerks are out the window, and clarity ensues.
That’s the time to decide on moving and shaking big rock. Everything up till then may be a little too risky, or emotionally charged. And may only fire right back.
Laying back in my armchair, I’m looking out the window into the sky.
It’s a cloudy day, with the possibility of future blue skies.
On one cloud, I notice a little gift.
A beautiful wrapped gift in red paper, with a golden ribbon on the top.
My lucky day.
I transport out through the window, and onto the cloud; eager to see what’s inside.
I rip the paper off and there lays an onion with a memory photo and a tag: “peel me”.
Curious, I peel each layer, with each layer revealing yet another memory photo and tag: “peel me”.
I peel and peel till I’m exhausted, with nothing to show for it except the exhaustion.
So I transport back into my chair, and seconds later, spot another cloud with a gift.
This time, I think twice, and let it go past. I know that trick.
An hour passes, and clouds with tempting little gifts continue to pass by. Then, all of a sudden, blue skies dominate, and the clouds have all disappeared. Bliss.
It’s crazy how scarily reliant we are on Mr. Zuck’s crew.
On 8th January I wrote this piece: What If Mark Pulls The Rug.
By the time I publish this, Mark may have put the rug back under our feet, but the outage across the main media channels (WhatsApp, Instagram & Facebook) got me thinking if this may be a pending reality at some point in the near future. It'd certainly be interesting to see it play out.
Maybe not in a few years, but who knows in a decade or two.
The funny thing was, my first reaction was to check my WiFi, put 4G on and off, before I just Googled: Is WhatsApp down?
With how many billions (or trillions?) of dollars at stake, I keep having this recurring thought of what media may look like in a generation or two.
Yet, who knows, that new technology may be coding in this very lockdown, somewhere in the world..
Drayton Fencing is fixing the fences.
A few young mothers are walking their prams.
An old man is keeping his blood flowing.
A few trees are starting their spring blossom.
A rugby player is doing drills to keep his game sharp.
A few birds are playing their soundtrack.
A couple walk by texting into their phones.
A few kids are playing on the seesaw.
Every other person is walking their dog, letting them roam and smell the other dogs nearby.
A personal trainer is adapting with a few kettlebells and rings, with the hard working client.
And there I am, downloading what I see, another typical day in the local park.
A glimmer of light.
A train, with the old school set up of passengers riding on top, had been stuck moving slowly through a tunnel.
Hope relinquished at the moment of the glimmer.
Eyes opened, high fives all around. Small smiles brightening the ambience.
The glimmer is held onto.
Before, and all of a sudden, beautiful swarming rays of sunlight hit the roof.
Small smiles turned ear to ear.
The train, which for so long treaded carefully on the tracks in the dark, now hits full speed, gliding in space, air and time.
I’ve always known I’m someone that needs a lot of sleep. For the past four years though, since I stopped personal training (where you have no choice), I’ve chained myself into believing I need to be up at the crack of dawn, no matter what.
A typical week has always been to wake up 5-5.30am Sunday to Friday, getting about 6.5 to 7 hours sleep, then on Saturday, with no alarms, sleeping for 11-12 hours. Not as bad as it could be, but clearly, something wasn't right if that was the weekly requirement.
That was the cycle for years. This past Christmas, I flirted with the idea of stopping the alarm clock. For two weeks, I slept with no alarm and was sleeping 10-11 hours a night. As January came round, I thought to myself there’s no way I can get anything done sleeping this much.
Of course, I was in a pretty deep recovery hole, and needed to go through the initial long nights of sleep to settle on a 'normal' routine. But I resisted, and instead, went back to the grind.
Then I took a full week off everything about 4-5 weeks ago, and this time, told myself I’d persist through the initial recovery. For the first 7-10 days it was 10-12 hours a night, then ever since, it’s settled on a regular 8.5-9 hour rhythm.
And I’m amazed at the results. I’ve always known the power of sleep - but because I slept on average 7 hours, I thought I was ticking that box. The problem was, I was always fighting my body.
Now, I know I have the luxury of working online with no real schedule (I can start my work day at any time), and I don’t have young kids (which will screw all this up when the times comes!), but the big lesson for me has been to finally, listen to what my body has been telling me for years.
No more guilt, and no more thinking the only way to move forward is to wake up at 5am; I’ll only ever do it now if my body says so, which, as daylight savings kicks in, may just happen. Incidentally, I’m probably more productive than I’ve been, and I thought I already was!
The sleep hustle is well and truly broken.
It’s one thing being the main lead in your movie, it’s another watching it. When you’re the main lead, you have one set of eyes. You only ever see, feel and hear what filters through to you.
When you stop playing the lead and start watching, you start seeing things a little differently. You become the observer. You start noticing new emotions, motives and actions. Across all the characters, scenes and screens.
The lens expands, and the narrow path you may have been walking down transforms into vast fields.
Pulling the plug to extract yourself from the movie feels obscure, yet the level head that often arrives brings with it freedom, poise and intricate balance.
Imagine taking a birds-eye photograph of what you’re doing right now.
Then zoom out 100x. Then 1000x. Then 10000x.
What do you see?
I caught myself thinking about Buzz Lightyear on a walk this morning.
His famous remark, “To Infinity and Beyond!” isn’t something to be taken lightly.
In geometry (I think), it points to the idea of a return to your starting point from the opposite direction.
But I feel mathematics may be attempting to make sense of something which is difficult to comprehend. Like, the idea of Buzz Lightyear taking off into nothingness, and continuing.
Infinity symbolises no limits. Never-ending, yet never beginning too.
A friend of mine asked me last week, “What would happen if we were in a rocket and just kept on going, where would we end up?”
That planted the seed for my wonder into Toy Story. My only answer for now is, “To Infinity and Beyond!”
If you go to the arcades, you’ll probably see a few kids playing Whac-a-mole.
At any moment, you gotta smash the mole down.
If you don’t strike it within a certain time or with enough force, it will eventually sink back into its hole with no score.
At first it starts off slow, then it gets faster.
Less moles inside, and more moles outside their holes.
As time goes by, the harder it gets. The more overwhelming it feels.
The more skilled and sharper you need to be to catch the mole.
Though, I wonder what would happen if we decide to let the moles go up and down. Come in and out.
And just be okay with that.
Would we be losing, or will we have cracked it?
One of my team always spoke of starting his days with lots of activity and self-care before any work.
I always found the idea of him starting work at 10am a bit strange. I used to think to myself, “Does he not enjoy it so much he wants to leap out of bed to do it?”.
Secretly, I wanted him to come try this method. He never did, even at the most obvious of hints. Now I know why.
Earlier today I told him that for the past few weeks I’ve been trying his way, and that I can’t see myself going back.
With it, I’ve stopped rushing the following:
I’m shocked I didn’t do this earlier. But what I’m also learning more and more is that only I can come to these realisations, and it'll come at the right time.
People can prod, coach and ideate, but it’s only when I'm ready, that it calls to me.
Ironically, my biggest fear of not working straight away was not having enough time to work. What’s happened instead is a higher output, less stress, and better thinking.
Now, all the hard work is done subconsciously while I’m vividly present in training, walking and reading.
So when I arrive at my desk, the typing is merely a formality.
Like salt in a pond of water.
You quickly dissolve into the mix.
The music fades.
The guard drops.
You’re left with undivided attention.
And a pleasant sound, keeping you in rhythm.
I like to repeat Nocturnes in B Flat Minor.
As I let myself dissolve with absolute focus.
In Feb I read a few books, and all of them were quality. Here's a quick review on each, all highly recommended:
Red Notice - Bill Browder. This one surprised me. Started off as a business memoir, turned into a political thriller, finished as a human rights campaign. Real page turner. And shocking that it’s a true story.
Forty Rules of Love - Elif Shafak. I loved this book, couldn’t put it down. Really clever writing, with a book within a book, along with plenty of lessons and learnings to soak in and absorb. I particularly enjoyed her push to explore the depths of old scriptures, rather than reading at face value.
The Beekeeper of Aleppo - Christy Lefteri. A moving fiction read about a family’s journey from Syria to England, and the impact trauma has on us at the deepest level.
The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho. A short tale with many philosophical lessons intertwined into it, with the core addressing why people don’t achieve what they truly want in life. I like his writing style a lot - clear and concise.
Where the Crawdads Sing - Delia Owens. Another page turner that explores themes of loneliness, rejection, hope and survival, all with a captivating story and a great twist at the end. I hear it’s being made into a film!