Trying to slow down and have a peaceful life in a productivity- and hustle-obsessed world can feel impossible. This is how I’m doing it.
If you could put a speed dial on the pace of your life, where would it be?
At my most frantic, I was probably going close to 120 miles per hour: Go, go, go. Hurry up. Hustle, hustle, hustle. The more the better. You can sleep when you’re dead.
The problem with living at warp speed is that you can only keep it up for so long before something starts to give out.
I my case…
Living a simple life isn’t just about decluttering or consuming less. It’s also about courage, meaning and intention.
Something funny happens as you get older.
It’s as if unseen hands come out of nowhere just to press the fast-forward button on the movie that is your life.
Days seem shorter. To-do lists seem longer. Responsibilities feel scarier.
Decisions that need to be made feel heavier on your shoulders and less fun to make — “Should I go to that party after work?” or “Where should I travel to next?” morph into “What if the babysitter doesn’t show up?” …
It’s so much more than spa days, fancy meals and sleeping in.
“When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and brings joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.” ~Jean Shinoda Bolen
In Malaysia and Singapore, where I spend most of my time, there’s one question that we ask each other a lot, and it’s this: “Have you eaten yet?”
It can sound a little strange to the uninitiated, but in my mind as well as that of others in my community, this question has always translated to “are you taking care…
Things are chaotic right now, thanks to the coronavirus pandemic, but your life doesn’t have to be. Here’s what you can do stay calm and in control.
I’m on day ten of lock-down as I’m writing this post.
Like you, I’m still reeling from the chaos that the coronavirus has unleashed on all of us and doing my best to make sense of everything that’s happening around me and the people I love.
I hope you’re reading this while safely tucked away at home, healthy and supported by friends and family, with everything you need.
There’s a sense of helplessness…
And they’ve got nothing to do with looking better than everyone else.
It’s not easy to feel ‘successful’ these days.
We’re expected to do more, be more and have more than ever, and this obsession with ‘more’ can often seem to have no limits.
You don’t need anyone’s permission to live your truth.
You’re feeling guilty about something right now, aren’t you?
It’s because you said “no” to that wedding invite from Sally in marketing.
It’s that uncomfortable 7-second hesitation that came up when your friend unexpectedly asked if you liked her new boyfriend (no, you really don’t and can’t really put your finger on why).
It’s not agreeing to do a friend a favour because you’re feeling stretched thin and need to put yourself first right now.
Whatever the source, the guilt’s eating away at you because you’re obviously an ungrateful, insensitive asshole…
It’s So Much More Than Dealing With The Stuff You Bring into it.
So you want to simplify your life.
You’ve even considered becoming a minimalist, whatever that means.
But what does it actual entail, where do you start and how?
Here’s the truth about living a simple, minimalist life: You don’t need to live like a monk to do it, and it’s not about getting rid of everything you own. Paring down to just the things you can fit in a backpack may work for some people, but it may not work for you.
Heck, I don’t think I’d…
Want to be happier? Pay attention to the smaller things in life.
Wake up. Grind. Repeat.
When my to-do list gets out of control, this is what life feels like. Every single day.
From the moment I get out of bed, I jump head-first into the daily routine of doing everything I can to stay afloat or get ahead.
It’s a vicious, all-consuming cycle — I get so lost in endless work, chores and obligations that I sometimes forget that I’m alive.
I forget that it’s the little things that make my days meaningful, and that they’re nothing short of…
My first ever paycheck was a humble RM1,300 (about US$325) a month.
It wasn’t much, but it was the expected starting pay for a rookie journalist at the time in Malaysia, where I live.
And although it was on the low end of the average pay scale, it still made me feel rich.
I was able to feel that way because I had few financial commitments at the time, and live in a city where the cost of survival is comparatively lower than others — it was money that I could pretty much do whatever I wanted to, with.
His cold, swollen hand gripped mine as I gently slid my fingers between his.
With hopes of delivering comfort, my other hand cradled the crown of his head — warm, soft and peppered with faint tufts of silver, baby-fine hair.
His eyes were half-open and staring off into what I imagined to be an invisible horizon that was calling to him. I wondered what he saw.
My 89-year-old uncle was dying.
As I watched him gradually slip away from his body over his last days, I felt the inevitability and finality of death hit me…..hard.
I was more aware than…