Just over 3 months ago, I set off on an adventure. I had bought a car (Lancelot) and loaded it with my puppy (Lumi) and quite a lot of other luggage, and drove off. There were many reasons for this journey. Partly to get away from the distractions of London to focus on my next
It is quite surreal to one day be walking on a Basque beach with uniquely shaped jutting stone cliffs, and the next day see it on TV as Daeneyrs' ancestral home of Dragonstone. Here I was... And here Daeneyrs was a few days later (for me)... Quite wonderful.
A week or two after I left Skimlinks, a year ago now, I first encountered this problem: that it's hard to get things done in London sometimes. I mean, its great for networking and selling and having meetings... but it's awful for getting focused work done. Most companies opt for open-plan offices, and more and
I had a mission. A bold one. It was to go away to a beautiful rural setting, and find focus and flow so that I could achieve a number of deep work tasks. I intended to learn French. To learn to play the ukelele. To do yoga and meditation every day. To read the literal
One of the first items I put into my "Sabbatical" Trello Board of life dreams was to do a course in Esalen, Big Sur. A few years into starting Skimlinks, it became apparent that we needed to have a US base to cater to our American clients. As one of the co-founders, the mantle of responsibility
After kicking off my Sabbatical in Esalen, I then flew down - via Los Angeles - to Oaxaca, Mexico. It would be the start of the Mexican leg of my Sabbatical, and one which - at the outset - I was the least looking forward to. Not to say I wasn't looking forward to
This post was written in my journal, while sitting on a bench overlooking the Pacific, during a week-long workshop on Offering to the Divine at Esalen (I wrote about the overall experience here). This rumination on the sea is quite beautiful, and probably the only piece of writing I'll share publicly from that week. I've