My brother is about to get married in London. Obviously, I’m heading over for the wedding, but I am on a flight out the next day to get back to run a wellbeing conference for doctors, three days after the wedding.
To do this I’m missing the extended family trip that follows the wedding.
I’ve received a fair bit of criticism for this, for prioritising work over family, and I can see that perspective.
I can also see that running a wellbeing conference for doctors has a compounding effect on both the doctors who attend and their future patients who are treated by doctors in a better head space.
Obviously, I placed more importance on the second situation, so I’m doing the conference.
Life is a series of choices. You could equally say, life is a series of compromises. Rarely will we please everyone, so I don’t think we should try to.
If we let our purpose guide our decisions then I think we’ll generally get it right.
In arguments, we often want to be right. But being right is not the same as being wise.
One of the greatest lies we tell ourselves is that we’re falling behind. That someone else is ahead.
As a young man I associated strength with force; louder voices, sharper opinions, firm lines in the sand.
There’s a strange kind of pride we’ve developed in being exhausted. But even lions, the king of the jungle, rest.
I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't have ambition.
We sometimes believe strength means self-sufficiency — that being independent means being isolated.
We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.
We’re entering an age where machines do our thinking before we’ve even had a chance to try.