On an ATSuccess call at 5am this morning, it popped out that one teacher had spent a year resisting the idea of sending emails to her audience.

Blogging yes, emails no.

Now, I don't know why that is the case.

However, I do know why I once felt this way.

I worried that people would be annoyed, that they would unsubscribe; that instead of serving them, I would be disturbing them. And that disturbed me.

This morning, I had an epiphany about this.

A number of kind readers picked up from my hospital blog, that my love affair with hospitals all started as a 2 year old boy, tied to a bed for 3 months. When asked about how I could have endured such a thing, I found my Self replying:

"The pain is at the heart of why I can keep going."

To do truly transform your life, it's an advantage to have a death wish.

It’s an image I have…

A true image from an event that happened.

I am 10, riding on a bicycle in a loose T-shirt, hands free. Happy.

Suddenly there’s a hole in the road, and my bike falls over, sending me sliding along a pile of pebbles. My exposed belly is sandpapered by the little stones. I skid to a halt face down in the dirt.

I am in agonizing pain, my belly ripped open by the rocks.

It happened when I was 10, and it is still a vivid memory.

Why are the artists, seekers and innovators often so neurotic?

Is it a prerequisite to do great things?

Abraham Lincoln suffered from depression, Beethoven went nearly insane with grief as he lost his hearing, Oscar wild died destitute after wandering the streets of Paris: broke, alone and abandoned by most of his old friends.

I hope you like my blog title today?

This is the mind of a person in serious conflict.

Yesterday I was rabbiting on about wanting what you don’t like. You do your taxes even when you don’t like it, right? Happens every day. However, unless you are awake to it, you will can your life harder than necessary. You add garbage to something that can be done cleanly.

The operating principle here is: you don’t have to like it, to want it.

I once wrecked the brake system of my Toyota Corolla.

I did it by backing out of our drive with my handbrake on.

"Stupid car" I thought "Why is it playing up today?"

Of course, it wasn't THE CAR that was stupid, it was ME. I was trying to drive the car backwards with the handbrake on! Ever since then I have used this expression in my teaching:

People push themselves against their own handbrake.

Yesterday was a Friday family tradition to eat breakfast at the Mullumbimby farmers' market.

Mullumbimby - as my regular readers know - is the counter cultural capital of Australia; a place where a lot of the residents don't realize the 60s are over. Bare feet and flairs are as common as nose rings and heavy rock.

Remember the musical "Hair"?

Well, it's still playing live in Mullumbimby.