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.
This past year has been tough in many ways.
When you know, you know.
“Never give up,” I’m sure you’ve heard that.
You’ve got two options..
“You’ll pay more, but you’ll get more than you paid for.”
How often do you hear the statement, ‘there just aren’t enough hours in the day”?
This is the first blog I’ve written since my cousin Matthew was killed flying a helicopter a few weeks ago.
Do you ever not do something you want to for fear of being judged?
The poor old ego gets a bad rap.
We place labels on things – situations, relationships, roles – that state ‘this is this therefore this is not that.’