How Do I Stop Feeling Like Time Is Slipping Through My Fingers?

A few months before the start of #Project20nine I found myself afflicted by a constant worry. It had crept up on me and settled in like a shadow in the night. I was worrying that I've been wasting my time and that no matter how hard I tried to stop the sands of time slipping through my fingers I just couldn't.  Face it, T, no one can.  But the worst bit? The bit that really compounded the problem? Reflecting on the worry meant that I was so focussed on watching those grains fall that I'd lost sight of the grains that were in my hands. We've all got time but it's in front of us, not behind.

How to Learn a Foreign Language in 30 Minutes a Day

I recently wrote an email to a family member. She's Lithuanian and the last time I saw her (3 months ago) I did a pretty decent job at saying 'hello, how are you?' and then looking blankly as she answered. In contrast, my email was an actual conversation that translated meaning. It was the beginning of a eureka moment for me and a confirmation that my new approach is paying off. Frankly, just try and shut me up. Man labai labai patinka kalbėti lietuviškai. 

How to Make the Most of a Year: What to Do in the Last Year of One’s 20’s. Part 2: The List.

Today is Day Zero. It's October 28th 2017 and I've woken up one day older than when I went to bed. It's also now 29 years to the day that I entered the world and so, if #project20nine is going to get off to its right and proper start, it's time to get down to business. …

How to Make the Most of a Year: What to Do in the Last Year of One’s 20’s. Part 1: The Rationale

Part 1: The Rationale On October 28th, I turn 29 years old and begin my final year on this side of 30. Some might tell us it’s the right side and that it’ll all be downhill from there. Others, the cool, optimistic ones, will tell us things only get better from there on out. Either way, it's a big one. So big in fact, that I've decided that it's high time for a reappraisal; an analysis exactly of who I am, what I've done with my life and how exactly, I believe, the final year of my 20's should be spent. It's a kind of pre-emptive therapy, a preventative measure against the possibility of waking up one morning with the realisation (or, rather, the misguided belief) that I have been wasting my life [i]. Over the next year I want to share the journey and my approach to leaving the 20's behind with a bang and starting the 30's with an even bigger one. After all, they also say life begins at 30. Right?