A few weeks ago I had my hair done by a scary, probably judgemental millennial. I was scared of her within 3 minutes. Her 10-years-younger-than-mine hands pulled my hair to and fro with great force. She scowled into the mirror at every one of my people-pleaser smiles....
Yesterday I stood at the front of a room of 45 advertising execs and their teams, and buggered up the first 15 seconds of my workshop. I started out ok, then 1 sentence in, my tongue got stuck in my mouth, and I paused for a millisecond too long. A mini panic ensued...
Last week I burst into tears when I saw the crowd funding campaign that had raised over $144,000 for the homeless guy who grabbed a trolley and rammed it into the terrorist in Bourke St in Melbourne the week before. When the “Trolleyman” intervened, the terrorist was...
During the first year of Project Self’s half-arsed existence you could find me vacuuming a lot, Facebooking like a trooper, eating snacks at every available second, and spending hours in the kitchen making horrendously disappointing vegan cauliflower pizzas. I...
A couple of weeks ago I encountered my first real hater – A DJ from NZ who read a few of my posts and then ripped into me, full troll style. It was like a punch to the stomach, and then another few on top of that. I knew he was just angry at life and feeling...
Yesterday I bluntly asked my close friend when he paused for breath “Hey, how come you rarely ask me any questions? Are you aware that over the last couple of days I’ve done a lot of listening and you’re doing a lot of talking with almost no gaps of silence?” We had...
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