Walking Thoughts

  For most of my life, anxiety has silently accompanied me. At school, it stopped me putting my hand up in class. At university, it forced me to forego tutorials. Throughout my career, it limited networking opportunities, held me back from conversations I wanted to have, and required me to be more resourceful and diligent to deliver the same results and ambitions. Outside work, it narrowed the travel, adventure and exploration I imagined for myself. For years I viewed anxiety only as something that limited my life and took things away. Lately, I've started asking a different question. What if, alongside its costs, anxiety has also shaped some of my greatest strengths? Because when you've spent a lifetime noticing who feels uncomfortable, you become very good at seeing the people others miss - or dismiss. In meetings, I consciously leave space for quieter voices. When I'm leading teams, workshops or projects, I try to hear from the people who haven't yet spoken - not bec...

  Tomorrow would have been my mum Ann's 80th birthday. Ann arrived in 1946, into a Britain that was still busy putting itself back together with optimism, tea, and an alarming amount of concrete. She was raised in her grandfather's house on what was then the largest public housing estate in the country. To those who had come from London's poorest streets, it might as well have been a palace. Not because it had chandeliers - although a reliable indoor toilet can sometimes feel like one, but because it represented something almost magical: the belief that ordinary people deserved decent homes. Three generations lived beneath that roof, together with enough relatives to ensure that nobody's business remained exclusively their own. Her grandfather had served in the First World War. Her father's own father never came home and still lies in Gaza over a century later. Her father lived separately with his mother until Ann was fourteen, when the family were reunited in new s...

  Yesterday, I went to Letchworth WRC it took me back to the place where I had my first job after graduation. Fairfield Hospital was a psychiatric hospital and my role as a medical administrator was to support the team of psychiatrists psychologists and psychiatric nurses. It introduced me to symptoms, diagnosis and treatment plans for mental health. I also encountered the social and personal cost of living with a mental illness. I met with the patients both on the ward as part of their Treatment plans but also socially with those that had freedom outside of the secure ward. When I last visited the area To implement predictive maintenance local pumping stations found that the hospital had become a health club. Yesterday, I was visiting to implement The first phase of capital delivery for environmental protection. And the area again has grown with large housing development. He just gave me so much food for fought for my professional and personal journey. What was your first job and ...

  Anyone else up early thinking about climate change in this heat? Having recently spent time on personal development and being preoccupied with sustainability the intersection of the two is filling my mind as the heat keeps me awake. Sustainability is often considered in terms Water resources, , scopes 1 to 3, embodied carbon, materials, demolition, reuse, the circular economy, biodiversity An environmental protection. We rarely considered how personality types, and their communication preferences, impact carbon footprint.  Yet every email we craft, send, store, forward, and archive has a carbon footprint. Individually tiny, collectively significant; The carbon impact of a single email is tiny, but globally we send hundreds of billions of emails every day. Longer emails, large attachments, unnecessary CCs, and years of retained messages require more storage, transmission, and processing. If you could see "the cloud" from above, it would resemble: Massive warehouse-sized data...

  The verified service and residential records for Private  William Golledge  place his home on  Blurton Road, Lower Clapton  (historically transcribed in some 1901 census index entries as  Blurdon Road ). [1, 2, 3]  He grew up at  27 Blurton Road, Hackney  as a child, and his family continued to live in the  Clapton  area leading up to his enlistment. [2, 4, 5]  Verified Military Service Record Full Name:  William Golledge Rank:  Private Service Number:  421685 (also historically noted under his initial Territorial Force registration as No. 4337) Unit:  1/10th (County of London) Battalion, London Regiment (The  Hackney Rifles ). Theatre of War:  Egyptian Theatre (Palestine Campaign). Status:  Killed in Action on  2 November 1917 . Age at Death:  26 years old. Historical Context:  He fell on the second day of the  Third Battle of Gaza , a major offensive led by Ge...