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Back one early December morning, I turn up at Horseshoe Bay for a run. It’s one of those beautiful days I can’t believe I’m the only person who gets to take advantage of. But I’m not quite alone today. There’s a silver-haired lady, I guess in her fif...

Steps to Success Question: What do you call the Med Student that graduates at the bottom of the class? Answer: Doctor. Sorting through some papers on my perpetually untidy desk recently, I unearthed something written almost a year ago. It was my list...

Last week’s column looked at the social masks we wear, the personas we often rely on to hide our true selves in fear that if people really saw who we were beneath, they might not approve or accept us, or we might face flat-out rejection. The desire t...

A rather patronising phrase of Mr GB Shaw’s, but last weekend in Wales, attending my (dare I admit it) 20-year high school reunion, I glimpsed its reality. Mine was no horrendous Hollywood-version of high school. I have been looking forward to return...

Guilt that icky feeling that gnaws at you, sinks in your stomach; the cold leaden weight of remorse and self-recrimination, tail between your legs, bad feeling as you wish you could hide your head in the sand. Familiar with it? Many of us are overly...

Steps to Success: The red shoes or the blue shoes … mmmm. Decisions, decisions. We are faced with a multitude of them every day, ranging from the banal to the life-changing from footwear to what kind of sandwich to make, to choices about our future...

Tis the season of terrifying monsters. Have you ever left a task on your To Do list, perhaps even a mundane one? And because it’s a little unpleasant you’ve avoided it and left it there so long that over time it’s snowballed and grown until it’s no l...