Last night I stood poking holes through my living room ceiling with a roasting fork, while water poured on my head and into a series of bowls and buckets. I realised that flooding my bathroom was entirely my own fault. The fact is that so many of us spend most of our days, NOT calm and under A LOT of pressure and we make poor decisions, sometimes these decisions don’t matter too much and sometimes they rain a deluge of consequences upon us.

To keep me present across all areas of my life, I have a slightly macabre mantra: If I died tonight, would I be happy with what I did today?

Followed by, would the people that matter know I loved them?