My last article was a dull and flat post; I’ve just reread the first few paragraphs and now understand why. There was almost no personality there; my ‘voice’ was missing in action, in my opinion, at least.
I still ask myself why I started so many things after reaching my sixtieth birthday. Why on earth didn’t I start sooner, much sooner? But then, I wouldn’t have had the same life experiences. No matter how I tried to rationalise it, I was too frightened to start something new, preferring to sit and vegetate deep within my comfort zone.
How many of you are confident and proud that you can efficiently multitask? You handle several tasks in parallel with ease, or so you think. But the truth is that whenever you switch tasks, you spend some time re-familiarising yourself and getting back into the zone.
