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𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 – 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 This one is thinking about reflections and in particular lessons learned, particularly after something that might be new or an event that you’ve just done. This past month, I co-hosted our event LinkedInLocalphx here in Phoenix. And after each event, Mary and I always do a lesson learned and I create […]

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 I’m doing this still recording on Memorial Day here in the USA. I was thinking about the power of simple pleasures in fact, I have a journal called The Fix-It Journal for each week that you use the journal. There’s a list of suggested simple pleasures I just flick my way through it

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫? I’m recording the next couple of videos here on Memorial Day I’m forever grateful for not only the freedom that I have but the choices that I can make and the freedom and choices of others. So I go back to this question, who is at the door at No.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅. I was sixteen years old. I had driven away from the project on my motorcycle, which I featured in a different part on my blog. I was able to rent a room with an older couple. I used to work with the guy Ken,

This is part two or part fifteen, so I guess I’m 15 after the accident, I remember pulling my youngest sister out of the car, she was trapped in the back seat, and I was sitting on the only thing that was good on the car, which was the spare tire/spare wheel. I clearly remember

This is when I was about fifteen years old. I used to stay with my grandmother at Tucking Mill during the summer times and during that time, if we ever needed to go to a bus stop, which was one to two miles away, a neighbor Colin used to take us in his car. On

Look I saw walking in the park, and I found a hopscotch embedded in this playground area. You can see the springy safety materials that they have on the floor, so the kids don’t damage their health. So great with this view. I love my local park and Hop – scorching like a kid again!

Ruff around the Edges part thirteen and this one is not such a good memory and it’s to do with first love. So upon my return to the UK last May, I actually went and walked back to the project where I used to live. We used to live on two sides of a project.

Ruff around the edges, part twelve. And as you can see, I’m in the park with this tree and singing birds. They reminded me of the time when I used to have to walk from my grandmother’s house, which is where I spent most of my summers. Up to and through a district called the

I was chatting with two meaningful connections, Kenny, and Denise. And we were talking about our early childhood memories, and we both came from humble backgrounds the one thing we were telling you about is do you remember the age when you got your first pair of new shoes? Well, for me, it was at