The Art of Brilliance Blog

It’s foggy. You’re barefoot, bewildered and strangely light on your feet. There’s a choir singing somewhere up ahead, so you put one foot in front of the other and walk towards the singing.

November 22nd: it’s not Christmas, but neither is it not not Christmas. 

The other day, I was driving home from delivering a workshop in Derby, and in amongst the roar of the motorway, I had a thought which reminded me of something we very frequently forget.

Busyness is a problem. We pay thousands for a smartphone to ensure we’re never bored. Our scrolling is powered by FOMO and yet the biggest irony is that by scrolling we are missing out.

Luis Díaz is a Premier League footballer who plays on the left wing for Liverpool FC. I saw him on a primary school playground in Birkenhead the other day. 

I’ve been spending some extended time with my frail and forgetful father-in-law. I love him to bits, but he’s not the man I used to know.

In the 1980s, Britain had one of the all-time athletic greats; the moustachioed and supremely talented Mr Daley Thompson, who would routinely whistle his way through the national anthem as he banked another gold medal.

It is easy to assume that a few nice holidays a year, a new car, a promotion and exciting experiences equate to a happy life. It’s easier to recognise happiness in these moments.