Uncertainty

We live in constant uncertainty. But yet we convince ourselves that isn't true. And perhaps it's our greatest defence mechanism.

I remember once knowing that someone was going to break up with me. He gave me a pretty good indication by writing a letter… but then I had to wait two days before I saw him to find out for sure (I'm not bitter – I understand there's just no nice way to break up with someone). But having an early indication was torture. It was so much worse than just knowing it was going to be over, because there was still that bit of uncertainty. I remember cleaning the flat frantically thinking: at least if he breaks up with me I'll have a clean flat!

There's a fair bit of commentary out there on the link between uncertainty and unhappiness. This Economist blog post shows how humans don't behave rationally when there's substantial uncertainty in their environments.

But what is it about uncertainty that bothers us?

Daniel Gilbert, who is a professor at Harvard University and author of Stumbling on Happiness, wrote in a blog post for the New York Times about this phenomenon. He cited a few instances of research where knowing about something negative was much better than not knowing.

For example, research at the University of British Columbia showed that people who learned they had a very high likelihood of developing the neurodegenerative disorder known as Huntington's disease were happier a year later than those in the study who did not learn what their risk of developing the disease was.

Gilbert says in his post:

Why would we prefer to know the worst than to suspect it? Because when we get bad news we weep for a while, and then get busy making the best of it. We change our behavior, we change our attitudes. We raise our consciousness and lower our standards. We find our bootstraps and tug. But we can’t come to terms with circumstances whose terms we don’t yet know. An uncertain future leaves us stranded in an unhappy present with nothing to do but wait.

I agree, and my own theory is that it's as if our brains are better geared towards solving definite problems than dealing with unknowns. When we don't exactly know what the problem is, or will actually be, it's as if the brain heads off to work and searches to locate it, spinning round in circles like a tire when a car is up on blocks.

And it's very hard to stop. The brain can often act a little like a runaway train, getting faster and more out-of-control. But I think that the best way to regard terrible uncertainty is the way we deal with the rest of the constant uncertainty in our life, including the ultimate one – death – by just not thinking about it.

Am I crazy for saying this? When you're facing very bad uncertainty: the results of a scary medical test, the possible end of a relationship, potential job loss or a missing person – how do you not think about it? The brain is racing and it wants to solve the problem, but guess what, it can't.

Obviously I'm not telling anyone not to do proactive actions about uncertain situations when they can do something. But there are so many situations where all you can do is wait. And it's really hard not to think about something when you're in distress – but we've all had experiences of doing this successfully. Something funny happens and suddenly the worry is gone for a moment. Where did it go? If we can try to extend these time periods, by focusing on the present moment and realizing that there's nothing we can actually do, we can help ourselves and the others around us.

The problem with not being able to deal well with uncertainty is that it's always with us. Sometimes it's worse than other times, but essentially, having a successful coping mechanism for dealing with uncertainty is something that lasts, frankly, for a lifetime.
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Jekyll And Hyde

I am really struggling with the mornings, my friends. Here's the situation. I want to get up early in the morning. I want to have more time to spend reading other people's blogs and writing my own. I yearn for that feeling of being organized when I'm actually on time for work and have not been rushing around like an out-of-control freight train trying to decide what to wear and what I need to remember to bring into work for the day.

I'd like to have a leisurely cup of tea in the morning. Or actually wear make-up to work.

At bed time I'm an in-control Dr. Jekyll, calmly planning to rise at 6.30 a.m. (I know, it's not even that early!). In the morning, I'm a monstrous Mr. Hyde, plotting how I can stay in bed just one more second, and thinking that actually I can get ready for work in 15 minutes! And who needs clean hair? Or breakfast?

How can I deal with these two competing sides of my personality? How can I motivate myself to do what I really want to do without letting myself get in the way?

I thought I had it cracked for a while (see I'll Never Be a Morning Person, But). Doing something I liked in the morning (like writing) was helping a lot. But then the going got tough. All I needed to keep my bum in bed was a super busy week at work or something I was upset about.

I know many of you have given me suggestions before, but please, reiterate or give me more. I'm not a big fan of fighting natural tendencies, but I know that if I had better mornings I'd probably have better days.

Perhaps I should try the whole 'publicly pledging to do something', so I'm held accountable. Who knows if this will work with Mr. Hyde at play, but it's worth a shot.

6.30 a.m. on weekdays or bust. Any other ideas, please do send them over.
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Other People's Backs

I had a very exciting Sunday – I was finally able to go back to yoga. I had been going quite regularly before I hurt my back this summer, and was incredibly disappointed to have to stop. Although Bikram yoga (on which I have opined previously), is ridiculously hard, I love it and always feel better after it's done. Like I've actually exercised. It feels like an accomplishment, and when you've been mostly going on strolls for months, it feels great to actually be stiff and sore, like some sort of real athlete.

Of course, I was also petrified. As one of my good friends says, when the Bikram yoga class starts, she feels like she's just been strapped in for a scary roller coaster ride – there's no going back. Of course, that's not actually true. You can always sit down or lie down if the heat and the exercise get too much. The instructors never say anything to you (or prod you with a stick to get up, which I can imagine some evil gym instructors doing). This is one of the reasons I like the class so much – they are totally on side with the whole 'you know your body best' philosophy.

Anyway, I don't mean to write another post on Bikram. What I really want to talk about today is my back, or rather, other people's backs. For those who haven't been reading my blog since its inception, my back injury from May has nothing to do with the issues I originally tackled in physiotheraphy (my neck/shoulders/arm problems – the muscle imbalance, what some would call Repetitive Strain Injury, or RSI. Read The Whole Story if you're interested).

But in May, I hurt my back moving house. I was jet lagged, exhausted and lifted too many things, packed too many boxes, cleaned too many shelves and drawers. This was an acute injury to my lower back, as opposed to a long-term chronic one.

Luckily, I have a physiotherapist (physical therapist for American readers) and I was going in to see her for regular reviews, just to make sure everything else was working OK. When you've spent that much money and time, why not just check in every once in a while? So she noticed what I had done.

And we worked all summer to fix it. Now everything is working relatively smoothly again. I'm back to my regular exercising. But what if I didn't have a physio already? Perhaps I would have found one. Maybe one of the reasons I didn't call her straight away when I hurt it was that I did have some exercises to do that stretched it out and helped with the immediate pain. But what I didn't realize was how badly I had actually hurt it.

And I'm afraid that must happen to people all the time. They hurt their back or their neck and ignore it, wait for the pain to go away (or not) and just go on with their lives. But then it comes back and becomes more of a chronic problem.

What's struck me the most about this back injury was how easy it was to fix with a professional's help in a short amount of time – because it was caught quite quickly.

I worry a lot about the rest of the world and their muscular problems, their aching backs and hips and knees. I worry that people resort to surgery when they could very well sort out their problems through physio exercises. I worry that there are physiotherapists out there who don't help people much (I know, I went to one before finding my current one), so people give up and stop moving and exercising and lose a little part of the lives they would like, because they are in pain.

I worry about all sorts of therapists out there who offer some help and relief for muscular problems, through massage and manipulation, but aren't treating the core of the problem – the muscular imbalance.

I can't send everyone who has back or knee pain in the world to see my physio. Although believe me, I've tried. Anyone who knows me has either gone to see her or has probably become annoyed with me for urging them to go. But the sad reality is that whenever I talk about what I've been through, the person who I am telling either says they are suffering with some sort of pain or they know someone else who is suffering.

Who knows what I can do as one little person to get the word out about muscular pain. But I'm certainly going to try. Because educating people, I believe, is the first step.
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People Pleasing

On Wednesday, I shared a little insight about what I'm learning through this whole wedding-planning process. Another one has since occurred to me.

So here is wedding-planning lesson number two: Things that you generally get upset about will also make you upset during the planning process – but on a much more magnified scale. If you're a people-pleaser like me, planning a wedding and sorting out the guest list is a veritable mine field. You can't make everyone happy and I've had a few sleepless nights trying to figure out if maybe this concept is actually wrong – that maybe I can make everyone happy! (My brain is like a big blackboard with equations scribbled over it as I try to prove the theorem: me + trying really hard = happiness for all creatures, big and small).

Being a people pleaser is not a great thing generally and it's something I really struggle with. I did some sessions with my friend while she was training to become a life coach and one of the exercises she gave me to do was to say 'no' to at least one thing everyday, no matter how small the request was.

Cue terrifying music. In fact, I'm not sure I even did the task I found it so daunting. This is not like me, as I'm such a goody two shoes that now I'm worried she is reading this and is upset with me for not doing it.

I'll give you another example of my general people-pleasing tendencies. My friend was buying a cookie at the coffee bar the other day and this is my recollection of our conversation:

Me: I have one of those cookies in my desk drawer. I wish I had known you were going to buy one, I would have given it to you. I don't even like them.

Her: Then why do you have one in your desk drawer?

Me: Well, someone gave it to me and I didn't want to offend them by not taking it.

Look, I know this sort of behavior isn't normal. But I'm working on it! Throwing a colossal party into the mix with a guest list of people from a few different continents is certainly giving me a lot of practice.

For one thing, I have seriously scaled down my social life to give me time to do all the wedding-y stuff. How else will I have time to trawl through photographers' websites and decide what color my shoes will be? This means saying no to friends, which I'm not great at (because I genuinely do love seeing them). But I've done it.

The problem with being a people pleaser is the only person who ends up miserable is you. I am trying to put myself first these days more and more. It sounds selfish, but it's not, because when I'm tired, cranky and overwhelmed from taking on too much, the people who suffer most are me and those people closest to me – the ones who have to see me day in and day out (like Future Hub). When I say 'yes' to everyone I become a much less loving and caring person.

So I'm working on it – and as I just stated, this wedding is good practice. Maybe I should try my friend's coaching exercise again. If you hear me say 'no' to you, please understand – maybe even pat me on the back?

(Incidentally, my friend's coaching business has now taken off. She specializes in career fulfillment and career transition. Jung is based in California, but does a lot of work over the phone. If you're interested, check out her website.)
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More Parties, Please

I haven't been writing very much about our upcoming nuptials, mostly because I don't think people find hearing about weddings all that interesting. But it is a very interesting process and I thought it might be worthwhile to share with you a few things I've observed (or learned) over the past few months.

So here's one of them: Get ready for people you don't even know to get really excited. Getting married isn't actually an accomplishment so to speak. Is it? I'd be curious to hear what you think. I think it's really one of the least impressive things I've done in my life. But the fuss! I believe I'm incredibly lucky to have found someone who's willing to put up with me as long as we both shall live even though I'm a control freak, like a fair bit of reality TV programming (see my blog post about MasterChef) and can be buffoonish at times. But is that an accomplishment?

It's shocking how a wedding can make complete strangers start drooling while they ask you where you're getting married and what your dress looks like. Much of this may be due to the fact that weddings are big business. When you start making enquiries about venues, you get treated with the utmost of respect about 'your special day', in the hope of drawing you in and parting you with a huge amount of cash (or your parents').

Or it could be a societal thing. It's in all our best interest to encourage people to couple up and mate – and weddings often precede children. I really do hope that I get at least one wedding card that says "Thanks for making the first step towards keeping the human race going. But we want our gift back if there's no sprog within five years!"

I think a lot of things about weddings are antiquated. Not everyone gets married anymore, and so why can't we have more ways to celebrate life with our families and friends? We should have 'Flying the Nest' parties to equip our young twenty somethings with toasters and pepper mills. We should have bigger landmark birthday parties so people who aren't getting married (for whatever reason) can have the feeling of friends and family coming long distances to show their love. Having people tell me that they are coming to London to celebrate with us makes me feel great – so why shouldn't more people experience it?

Maybe another reason that people like to talk about weddings is that they're just making conversation, and hey, sometimes life isn't so fun, so talking about a happy occasion makes sense. People like to reminisce about their wedding day and in most people's minds weddings represent hope, new beginnings and love.

Maybe I should stop being such a scrooge. Ask me about my wedding, I promise I'll be nice. But, I still do think that society does need to re-think some of the more old fashioned ideas about weddings and ways to celebrate our lives and accomplishments in other ways. In other words, more parties, please (I do love a good party).
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Why Eight Hours?

When it comes to sleep, I think many people shy away from being their own expert. There are often articles written eschewing the benefits of getting eight hours of sleep. Then another one says that eight hours is too much!

I obviously haven't done any scientific research on this, but my own personal experience of sleeping is that people need differing amounts. Is it even worth telling people what the average amount needed is when everyone is different? Perhaps there is a minimum amount of sleep people need, but then again there are people who swear that they only get four or five hours of sleep and can function totally fine (not to mention famous people – like Margaret Thatcher, Martha Stewart and Thomas Edison who are believed to get or got by on only four hours of sleep per night).

So how excited was I to find Professor Jim Horne, director of Loughborough University's Sleep Research Centre quoted in last week's issue of Stylist magazine. "Sleep requirement is not an absolute. Eight hours is bandied about because it's a good average – some people can manage on much less and some need more."

He goes on to say that the important thing is to find out what works for you by judging how you feel the next day. The article explains, "Daytime sleepiness, inability to concentrate and depressed mood could all indicate that you aren't getting enough sleep at night. On the other hand, if you feel sprightly and at peace with the world after five hours' sleep, then good for you – no need to worry."

I totally agree with this message. Know thyself. Be your own expert. It's refreshing for once to not be handed a prescriptive message about sleep in a populist publication.

Another quite interesting thing that the article mentioned was the fact that cognitive behavioral therapy (known as CBT) is increasingly being used to treat insomnia. CBT is a type of therapy that focuses on thoughts and behaviors and how they may contribute to life problems. Unlike other talking therapy, like psychotherapy, CBT focuses on the here and now, and while acknowledging the past, does not dwell on issues from it.

This development is interesting as I once read an article – which I am annoyed that I didn't save – about a sleep expert who was helping patients by focusing not on improving their sleep quality but by looking at what they were, or were not, doing during the day, such as helping them to learn how to breathe properly. (And you know how I feel about proper breathing!)

In the article the expert (whoever he was) explained that most people who sleep normally don't even think about sleep and don't do anything in particular to nod off. Whereas those who battle insomnia obsess over it and work themselves up – making cups of warm milk at bedtime and buying sound machines.

This made sense to me. The more you worry and obsess about a problem, the worse it can sometimes become. Which is why it makes sense that more holistic approaches are now being explored, such as CBT.

I have to say that I am quite lucky with sleep (although not mornings). Being a good sleeper may have something to do with the fact that I am a low energy person generally and need caffeine to get anything done. If I could just loll around on a chaise lounge reading all day I definitely would.

However, my brain has a lot more energy. So, knowing myself as I do, I use exercise as something that helps me to balance out this strange discrepancy. This doesn't sound incredibly scientific (and it's not), but it's the way it feels to me. It's as if I need to rev up my physical state and slow down my mind.

So again, that's why it's important to be our own experts. You know yourself best and when you're working out something as fundamental as how many hours a night to sleep (or how much exercise you need to do and why), knowing yourself is a good place to start.
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Gratitude: Pumpkin Pie Mix In England

When the topic of Thanksgiving comes up, English people often say something like "Well, yes, that's your big holiday in America, much bigger than Christmas." I explain (time and again) that Christmas probably is still considered the big holiday so to speak, not just celebrated for relgious reasons anymore, and includes the same amount of consumerism and hype as Christmas in England: heaps of gifts, gingerbread cookies (instead of mince pies) and drunken office Christmas parties (although to be politically correct they are always called 'Holiday' parties).

But the secret is that in America Thanksgiving is everyone's favorite holiday. A scientific fact? Well, it's my favorite holiday, at least, and Thanksgiving Day is often one of the lower points of my year in England. I often spend it sitting at my desk, eating a Turkey sandwich while on the phone with my family, overhearing the arguments over the mashed potatoes. 

The reason why Thanksgiving is everyone's favorite is that there's no pressure, no hype. No gifts to buy, no cards to write and no office parties to feel embarrassed about the next day! All that's involved is getting together with family and friends, eating a delicious meal and feeling thankful for what you've got (and maybe watching some football).

The reason that I'm talking about Thanksgiving today? Well, today's topic is not actually Thanksgiving, but gratitude.

I'm taking part in an online series where bloggers interested in writing about self-discovery and building a healthy life all write a post that focuses on the same word each month. Ashley from Nourishing The Soul (which is a great blog, do check it out) is kicking things off, so click here to read more about it (bloggers and non bloggers alike are encouraged to participate, so if you'd like to write an entry, email it to Ashley by October 19).

When I started thinking about what gratitude meant to me, Thanksgiving did spring to mind. People living in countries where there is no lack of creature comforts, such as clean drinking water, food, shelter and clothing, can often lose sight of the fact that they have a lot to be grateful for. In fact, there's a holiday to remind us!

Maslow's hierarchy of needs is the psychological theory which states that when humans have their basic life functioning needs met, they move onto other worries, such as: why doesn't this guy or girl like me and am I really happy at my job and why don't all my bath towels match? (Generally -- it's a bit more involved, but you get the idea.)

Hence, it's easy to forget how much we actually have. You see it time and again -- people who seem to have so much less than we do but yet seem happier. What's the deal?

In a word, troubleshooting.

I give the author Richard Carlson credit for giving me some new novel ways to ponder life and happiness a few years ago (he's best known for his book Don't Sweat the Small Stuff). Carlson, wise sage, introduced me to the concept of thoughts creating feelings (which is probably too big of a topic to get into in this post, so I'll delve into it a bit deeper some other time).

Carlson defines troubleshooting as a socially acceptable form of mental illness.

"Troubleshooting is a way of life for many people," Carlson explains. "It means being on the look out for what's wrong, finding flaws, seeking out imperfections, pointing out potential pitfalls, finding fault, generating concerns, being a skeptic and remembering mistakes." (From his book Stop Thinking Start Living.)

And the trouble with troubleshooting? It doesn't feel very good and it doesn't make you a very fun person to be around. But gratitude, it's a very powerful thing -- it's the antidote to troubleshooting, because when you're feeling grateful, it's much much harder to find flaws.

Gratitude, as hard as it is for some people to stomach, consists of feeling grateful for yourself and the things around you (yes, everything) just as it is now. Not when you're 10 pounds lighter, or when you've found the man/woman of your dreams or when the commute into work suddenly becomes less stressful (i.e. when you have a limo and driver).

Gratitude is not counting down the days until Friday, when suddenly because you're not in the office you'll magically be happier. (OK, I like Fridays too, but I try to remind myself that I really don't want to live my life for two days out of seven.)

I think it's important to incorporate even a few tiny moments of gratitude into our daily life -- not just at Thanksgiving and not just when we're faced with losing something or someone. In fact, it's nearly impossible to feel miserable when you are having thoughts of gratitude (try it and see). When you think of all the things in your life that you are thankful for (even if you think they're hard to find), it is a moment when you can't be thinking about your pet peeves or what you view as your shortcomings. It's a small moment of peace that you can have right this very moment and nothing has to change. In a society that often gets a little obsessed with self-improvement, striving, seeking, and the accumulation of just about anything, it's a radical idea.

Just like pumpkin pie. Which, to the English, seems a little bit crazy (just ask Future Hub). But, you can buy Libby's pumpkin pie mix in London at Waitrose and Partridges (which I'm very grateful for), just in case you're ever stuck here for Thanksgiving -- heck, let me know and I'll have you over!
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Tap Dancing And Mind Shifting

Last night, I went back to my tap dancing class. You've never seen someone so happy to be tap dancing.

If you've been following the saga of my back injury, last we spoke I was on the road to recovery but needed to do some serious hip stretching while we were on our holiday in San Francisco. (If you want the background story, click on the label 'back pain' and you'll find the entries concerning it.)

I visited my physio last week extremely jet lagged, generally cranky and stiff from the 9-hour flight, but still, triumphantly, she said things looked good (gold star for me!). My hips are nearly stretched out and my tummy is stronger (from all the crunches) and now we just need to do a few more bum-toning exercises (who would reject that?).

But at the same time, I'm allowed – in fact, instructed – to get back into doing regular exercise to keep building up the right muscles. Of course, everything needs to be done in a controlled manner, and I need to do the physio exercises and stretches to make sure everything that is supposed to stays loose (like my lower back and hips) and everything that's supposed to stay strong, does (like my tummy and bum). But still, it's good.

Because I'm used to being disciplined in doing the exercises, I've been able to recover from my back injury quite quickly. Also, and this is important: I didn't need the same level of patience that recovering from a long, chronic injury requires. So if you've had back problems for a very long period of time, you have to remember this – if the problem has been stewing for a while, it's going to take a while to fix. But it's still worth doing as soon as possible, because procrastinating and leaving it for longer isn't going to help.

It's funny, because this back injury was located so quickly, and was acute instead of chronic, I'm able to see the recovery process in a totally different way than my very long saga with my neck/shoulders.

I used to view my physio exercises as something isolated from the rest of my life. And in a way, that was necessary for quite some time with my neck and shoulders. Everything was in pain and I had to stop all my other activity and focus on slowly coaxing my muscles out of their imbalanced state.

But I thought there was going to be a day where I just stopped doing the physio exercises and resumed regular life. Like there was going to be a switch that got flipped.

There will be a day where I don't need to do them every day; in fact, I was at that point with my neck and shoulders right before I hurt my back. But, I'm starting to view the physio work more as a tool than just an isolated process. For example, last night before I went to my tap class I could feel that my back was pretty stiff from sitting at my desk all day. So I went to the gym on the way to my class and stretched out my back using my stomach work, so I could go do some dancing. I think in the past I would have thought I had to do one or the other – and would have also in a way resented doing the floor work – but I'm finally understanding that the physio work needs to be viewed as a means to an end.

Don't get me wrong here, once you've done the main work, and your muscles are in the right balance, and you have the proper posture to remain pain free, there's not much that can swing things back the other way (a strong muscle stays strong, because it keeps working).

But the exercises are now more of a top up – a way of keeping everything running smoothly, like oil in your car engine. There will definitely be times where I don't really need to do them. And there will be other times when I'm stressed or have been working long hours or have added in some really new exercise that has stiffened things up and I will find them helpful.

I think in the past I've been so angry about what happened to me that I wanted the physio work to be something that eventually I could just cast off. But now I realize it's actually an incredible gift that I've got this tool. I've learned so much about the way my body is supposed to work that I can hopefully keep active well into my old age (if I make it there, let's not assume anything). I won't need a hip replacement or a knee replacement and I'll be able to walk and sit up tall.

I think I'm actually starting to feel lucky, instead of incredibly unlucky. Years ago when I thought I might never be able to type again, if you had told me I'd feel this way eventually, I just wouldn't have believed you.
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Turbulence

We crossed through two jet streams on our flight from San Francisco to London. The first was shortly after takeoff and the second was right before landing. Whenever the plane shakes like that I swear I'm the only passenger convinced we're going to plummet from the sky. I usually clutch onto the arm rests and glare at everyone else in an accusatory manner, wondering why they don't look terrified too. "People, we're going down!" I have to keep myself from shouting.

According to Patrick Smith, author of Ask the Pilot, turbulence is wind, and "just as you don't suddenly grab the wheel in a white knuckle panic when your car drives over a gravel road, pilots don't sweat during in-flight bumpiness." Smith explains how pilots are not too fussed about it. "A wind-whipped landing is nothing too tense on the flight deck. Airplanes are inherently stable, always wanting to return to their original spot in space, and the crew is not wrestling with the beast as much as riding it out."

So, Smith says, turbulence isn't much too worry about. Mostly it's the flight attendants who get injured from it (no wonder with the way they continue the drinks service while sweat trickles down my brow). Only about 20 passengers each year are hurt from turbulence annually in the United States – out of the 800 million or so who fly each year there. (For everything you ever wanted to know about flying, check out Smith's website, also called Ask the Pilot – it's got all the answers to everything you've ever wondered about flying.)

Smith does admit that turbulence can seem scary, after all "everybody who steps on a plane is on some level uneasy, and there's not a more poignant reminder of flying's innate precariousness than a good walloping at 37,000 feet."

Yes. I'll say. The whole flying thing is quite scary to me even if I (sort of) understand the physics of it. I watched a TV program once about fear of flying and apparently it boils down to a melange of three separate phobias: claustrophobia, lack of control and heights. For me, fear of flying has become worse as I've grown older. Something to do with another phobia, called one's own mortality, I believe.

But here's the thing. I don't want to give up the good things that come along with flying. I want to see different parts of the world. I want to fly home each year to see my friends and family in New York. And I want to go to my friends' weddings, even if they are happening 10-11 hours away by plane.

Standing in the security line last Monday afternoon I scrunched up my face and did quite a bit of whining in my head (although perhaps some of it was out loud?) about how I didn't want to get into what my Mom calls, "that tin can in the sky."

But that's the thing about life. Pretty much you get the bad with the good. And flying in a plane isn't actually that dangerous – turbulence doesn't really hurt you (unless you're very, very unlucky). And I think that's a good metaphor. Sometimes fear really is what we have to fear. I find time and again that going through something painful is painful, yes, but at the end of it I'm still in one piece, and sometimes even better off.

So when things get bumpy, just hold on, breathe and think about which movie you're going to watch next.
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Taking It Easy

There's nothing like a change of scenery to help you to feel refreshed. And there's nothing like jet lag to spoil it. We're back from California and my brain is melting and my fingers can barely type. Although it's nearly dinner time in the UK, my body feels like it's been up all night and is now crashing and burning – the shaking hands and everything.

Not only am I exhausted, but my body feels crappy and sluggish. Trying to sleep in a plane seat means my back and neck ache, and the rest of me feels puffy from overeating at wedding events (of course I needed to have a hamburger and a hot dog since it was a special post-wedding barbeque, further justified by the fact that I was in America). Not to mention the massive consumption of salty Goldfish crackers in our hotel room when real food wasn't readily available.

I'm keen to get back into a routine and get caught up on everything, from work to blogging, to reading, to sharing pictures, to getting back to exercising (even if it's only walking for now). The old me would have pushed ahead. The old me wouldn't have been so forgiving. But now that I know my body isn't a machine and that it isn't going to help me to throw myself back into everything before I get enough rest to keep my hands from shaking. I call this acceptance.

And so, I'm going to get some sleep. And eat some regular meals that actually include vegetables. I'll get back to my more frequent posting next week. I know you'll understand.
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Landmarks

We know that everything in life changes. Even big landmarks built of stone can crumble. But some things do last longer than others, and when you travel through the world's great cities or go to far flung foreign places, there are things that grab you with their age, their beauty or their grandeur.

Spending time in San Francisco has brought me back in time. Tuesday night as we sped through the city late at night in a taxi I saw the Fairmont hotel sitting atop Nob Hill and it reminded me of my first trips to San Francisco early in my career, when I was just a newbie making my way in the post-college real world.

My first trip to SF was in 1999 where I covered a conference held at that very Fairmont Hotel. And, during the height of the Internet boom (about a year later) I landed a job as at the ripe old age of 23 as the editor of a technology financing newsletter. I had two journalists working for me in SF and did quite a few business trips out here. That was back when I loved business travel and thought it was really exciting, especially learning how to eat alone in restaurants (how fun!). Plus there was a group of my friends from college who ended up in SF and I got to see them on my trips.

It has been 10 years since I've spent a lot of time in SF. Much has changed in what is a relatively short time. There are certainly things I miss from my younger more carefree early 20s life, but actually I would never want to go back – that time in life is really difficult. You are trying to figure out who you are and what makes you tick. Work and career are never easy, but at that stage in life, navigating the working world is tough – it's not like the plot of working girl (unfortunately).

Plus, I was still uncomfortable with who I was, looking for others to define me. It surprises me to think about how much I've changed in only 10 years – but also how much more I want to learn and experience in what's left of this relatively short life.

When you live your everyday life day to day it's often difficult to see the forest for the trees. Small happenings are magnified, what you're having for lunch seems to take on more significance than examining the path of your life.

I don't think viewing your life from a thousand feet is always necessary. In fact, it is often terrifying. But it's important to realize just how short and how precious life is. And seeing a landmark that you once viewed with younger more inexperienced eyes is a moment to ponder also how changeable life really is. Both the good and the bad – things that you thought might never ever happen for you and things that you thought you would never be able to weather.
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