Happy New Year’s Resolutions!

I am definitely a New Year’s Resolution Enthusiast. Or perhaps more of a 365 24/7 goals person – but there is something so special about the beginning of a new year. I have cleaned out my wardrobe and chest of drawers, depositing three full bin bags into the charity bins. I have purchased new sheet …

Stepping into the fog…

I am a shameless social schmoozer, and I quite enjoyed the opportunity of Friday night’s Christmas Party at the City of Cockburn so I could spread the word about the impending Coolbellup Farmer’s Market due to start March 2014 (small fist pump!) In between Christmas Party dinner courses I singled out people I wanted to …

Last night in Melbourne…

I want to be alone!  I have been largely holed up in a hotel, Greta Garbo style, working on my projects since my arrival on Monday. I spent some time today listing what I had done in this time. I needed to, as the alone-ness had teetered into loneliness, and it was hard not to …

So not Haviana weather in Melbourne then?

It was awfully easy to get a picture of horrible rainy weather – just google Melbourne weather, and voila!  Certainly wearing my Haviana thongs (flip flops, footwear for those not from Perth) was not my best move.  I had to scrabble through the suitcase to find some warmer footwear before braving the trip to the …

Running the gauntlet of the Tall Poppy Syndrome

Comfort zone is a very nice place to be. It is also usually populated with friends and loved ones too. Moving beyond the comforts of internal ease and social connectedness is not something we do lightly. Or perhaps not at all. My strategy in moving beyond the tall poppy syndrome was to move to Europe …

How being observed changes how you act…

It is a fascinating study of quantum physics or just everyday behaviour – that when we are being watched, we change what we do. I know as an advocate for health consumers, the very fact of your presence at a consultation, even if you said nothing, radically altered and usually improved whatever may have been …

Sprouting wings…

That’s how my mother used to describe that sensation, of a mother suddenly relieved from her duties, able to walk out the house, up the street, on her own.  Sprouting wings.  Of course, she had six children in eight years and clearly had few opportunities to sprout wings and remembers them vividly five decades later. …

It is actually addictive…

My name is Pip Brennan and I am a trainaholic.  I think I realised this week that my case had become quite serious. I went to my inbox, absolutely determined to resist all siren calls of small businesses with just the right solution for getting started as an entrepreneur, sorting your website, selling and marketing …