A few months ago, after a couple of glasses of red wine and an evening of healthy debate, I took the somewhat shallow plunge and deleted Facebook (from my phone). I deleted Facebook for a number of reasons; 1) to become more productive, 2) to improve the way I communicate with people, and 3) to see if less social media would make me happier.
Dates you should always have lined up in your diary for a healthier, happier and more productive you.
January has been and gone and we’re now in the full throes of 2016. Last month we published an article about why we’re not making any New Year’s resolutions and instead but instead set ourselves a handful of goals we’d like to try and live by.
I’m a hopeless romantic. I tell my boyfriend that I love him every day. We have pet names. I love, love; I adore it. And I truly believe that without love this world would be a pretty miserable place. So you may be surprised to hear that I actually think Valentine’s Day – or at least our Western, commercialised version – is vacuous, self-indulgent and materialistic. As well as being a self-confessed romantic, I also like to think of myself as a modern woman – independent, career driven and moral. For me Valentine’s Day is the antithesis of all these things, so much so that Valentine’s Day is as much about anti-love as it is about those hideous Clinton’s Tatty teddy bears, sickly chocolates and petrol station flowers.