The examined life

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.



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.

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.

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.

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.

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.