Kindness & empathy in our fast paced world could improve your happiness & wellbeing (not to mention that of others)

The Ambitionist lifestyle, The happiness project, Uncategorized, Wellbeing

We have all had those days. They probably crop up more often than we care to think of. We are in a rush and the universe seems to be against us because of it. We needed to be out of the door ten minutes ago but our children are still deciding what colour socks they feel like wearing today or are refusing to put their coat on. The traffic is much worse than usual and every other driver doesn’t seem to know the rules of the road. Perhaps you get the train and and you can’t find a seat. Now the man with a horrid lurgy is standing far too close for your liking and doesn’t understand the basic rules of hygiene when coughing on a packed tube.

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The art of self-love and measuring your own worth

Diet and fitness, The happiness project, Wellbeing

I was sent a quote from my friend last year and while there are many inspirational quotes floating around on the internet these days, this one stuck. I remember reading it and the instant impact it had.

This simple little quote made me realise that the way you feel about yourself and the way you present yourself to the world has a major impact on how people see you, treat you and even feel about you.

A daily digital detox could improve your wellbeing and that of your family

The Ambitionist lifestyle, The happiness project, Wellbeing

We’re a nation of technology lovers. You’re in a very small minority if you don’t own a smartphone or engage with social media on a regular basis. Most of us would probably deny a reliance on technology, but leave your mobile at home and you suddenly realise how many times you reach for your absent device. We’re obsessed.

Is damp January the new dry January?

The Ambitionist lifestyle

It’s the 29th December and today is the first day in approximately two weeks when I haven’t had a drink. That really does sound like the opening line to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. The thought of raising another glass of prosecco to my lips is quite stomach churning. Christmas, you’ve beaten me. I’m done. So it may come as a surprise that I’m not partaking in dry January.