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Simon Sinek, Your Phone And Deep Work

You would be right if you were thinking I leapt into the 12 Week Year with HUGE success goals, money goals and I-need-a-new-iPad-Pro goals. I ended up with less money than I started, but I carved a solid path out as a freelance writer and know what I need to do daily. Time spent on courses in Fizzle, Creative Class, Collaboration Superpowers and Rainmaker deeply helped define this. Where To Start? Have you ever thought about something so much that when the time comes you are paralysed? It'

The End Of My First 12 Week Year

On Tuesday we start our Working Out Loud (WOL) group at our coworking space, it's also the end of my first 12 Week Year. Oddly, I feel an imposter when I write about "productivity" part of me wants to tell you 'I did the 12 Week Year now have a million dollar start-up and run a marathon daily.' Those of you who run marathons or become parents know things don't happen in the flick of a switch, so I don't know why I think you might expect me to turn life around in 12 Weeks. It's tempting to jok

My Miracle Morning

I have been working on this 'Miracle Morning' thing for ages and now I have it down to a fine art. I know the title sucks and sounds like a coked up TGI Friday's waitress called Polly Anna but it works. Every day I wake up between 5am and 6am, more often 5am and before anything can happen I start listening to an audio version of 12 Week Year, then from there I leap into the kitchen and down a pint of cold water. After that, I make a Yerba mate (Argentine tea), pop my vitamins and medication th

"It Was The Best Of Times, It Was The Worst Of Times"

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Bernie's Newswire - How My Son Scared Me This Week

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How To Use Trello And 750 Words.com

Wow, do I feel dumb. For the last three years, I have been obediently logging into 750 Words every day to dump my head in there. It has changed the way I deal with life, sparked ideas and significantly increased the speed I write at. Best of all it has rewarded me with the type of happy discipline I craved all my life. So why do you feel dumb? I have spent more time than I am prepared to share here copying and pasting text into other apps and lists. 750 words is a place I make the most conne

The Big Avocado In The Room

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Lacerate Your Brain With Deep Work

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Rescue Time, takes a cigarette

I have really got into tracking my time in the last few months. It is out of frustration rather than amazingness needing to hand in time sheets. I don’t like trading time for money, it is dumb in this day and age and even dumber if you are a freelancer or indie worker, but that is another blog. If you are wondering about the David Bowie picture, well I love him and need to get a refinance in as often as I can! But read on there is some blogging gold coming up. I think. Time Taking. I have be

Getting Back On The Horse

So here I am again about to cut my eye out with a spoon. Every day I get a little bit more behind and then a little sadder. Sorry, I'll make this quick. I am not crying into my milkshake or anything like that, it is just a kick in the teeth, my teeth and I kicked them in. I am a few days behind with my blog and catching up! I am on this "blog everyday thing" - how stupid is that? I mean how long does it take you to write 750 Words? Hours? Days? A whole morning? About 30 minutes. Oh. So th

I Am So Angry

I am so £ucking angry, except I am not. Let me rephrase that, I am aware of trigger points. No that is not what I mean either. So the above few lines are a bit like my head is sometimes and the impression I give to people, particularly the people who are closest and I have known the longest. Headspace The meditation app on my phone tells me I have enjoyed 508 sessions lasting an average of 22 minutes each since signing up in 2013. Add to this at least another 50 sessions in other apps, Echo

Falling Towards Poland - Part One

It was spring 2004 and yet again I was standing at a urinal in the Hamilton Hall in Liverpool Street Station in London pissing out another 10 rounds of shit beer with a chaser of vodka and Redbull. Everything was too much or not enough, I was more lost than a something in a something. The posters inviting me to consider a career as a Witherspoon Pub manager in the toilet were starting to develop a very unwelcome allure, this would mean I could plug into something and not have to think. You co