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Written for kind, curious, and ambitious readers looking for better ways to think, feel, and live fully.
Every other Sunday, you’ll receive the insights I wish I’d known sooner: true stories, reflections, recommendations, and practical guides for learning, thinking, and navigating the world with more intention.
No noise. Just a little hindsight to guide your foresight.
#8: Muscle Memory & Dark Chocolate
Hey – Jamie here. I’ve gained even more weight – and this time, I have the story to explain why that makes me grin. Carrying on with this season’s exploration of memory, I’ve turned to one of the forgotten cousins of memory: the comeback. So this week is about the…
#7: The Actor’s Memory Trick
I’ve gained weight!
Why that’s wonderful will make more sense once you read this week’s story… which is, unfortunately, nowhere to be found.
#6: My New Unaddictive iPhone
This week’s story is a reflection on what I’ve realised after re-entering the world of writing in public. It turns out, my model for life has changed, which was a surprise to me.


#5: The Oldest Memory Trick & Getting Hacked
I did something brave last week. I’ve also written up the story of when my website got taken over by Russian hackers. It was bizarre, infuriating, and promptly got turned into a stage production.
#4: Vegan, but Bacon
It’s Mother’s Day in the UK, so I wanted to share a special and sweet recipe to honour my mum. I’ve also written up a trick for “cheating” your way to better habits and shared a story that was previously a secret bonus read.
#3: Pancakes & Open Loops
With another year under my belt, I’ve been reflecting on which parts of my past I don’t want to drag into my next solar orbit. The shift in perspective has been so liberating and energising that I’ve made it the star of this week’s article.
#2: Malala & Poisoned Chores
This week, I saw Malala. Yes, Nobel Peace Prize winning Malala. I also looked at my dad’s search history after he died. What I found shook me.
#1: Marking a New Chapter
A year ago today, my life was very different. I was writing a eulogy for my late-father’s funeral, figuring out how to telescope together 31-years of love and memories into a ten minute speech.