Memory
A slew of papers has shown that the best chance of rating an experience happy is to create peak moments. Rather than spending a fortune on a fortnight holiday, we should probably try splitting into smaller chunks.
The thing is when we recall an experience, we tend to ignore how long it lasted. We focus on few mental snapshots, so-called peak moments, and craft them into a movie memory.
Think of what I did today. Being the invigilator of an international examination means a day chock-full with
Pause
The school term is beginning. And, strange as it sounds to me, my daughter's summer holiday ends at the very height of summer. The day is still simmering like a freshly made hot dog, and it's intermingled with rainy spells, the way it can be in midsummer.
Before her school starts tomorrow, I have taken a day off to let our brains enjoy downtime. We had a short waterfalls hike to fuel up and to cool down. Downtime gives us the pause button, making us
Connection
Questions
Mackesy
Nomad
I love books. I always have. The only thing about reading is I mostly borrow or reserve books from public library.
Determined to read the original nonfiction book after watching the American movie Nomadland , I made a library reservation three months ago. My enthusiasm for the book grew when I found out nineteen persons were queuing for the book in front of me. Oh, it's going to be a powerful and highly entertaining book, I rhapsodized.
And it is.
That's a provocative story of Linda May
Signs of Life
Alaska
Bears killing you faster than pistol, daylight shorter than the runtime of the movie The Lord of the Rings , and winters darker than shit.
That's Alaska.
I haven't been there but experienced the harrowing story of a teenage girl Leni moving to Alaska during my recent reading of Kristin Hannah's novel The Great Alone .
Alas, the life of Leni is even spine-tingling than the hardship of Alaska. Leni didn't have much difficulty in mastering the skill of shooting to keep herself safe and
Injury
Good writers bring us up and down a repertoire of life events. At the very bottom are bloody stories of injury, such as the Good Friday when Melanie Reid fell from her horse.
The moment Melanie, the journalist with The Times , was pinned to the ground with a broken neck and fractured lower back, she knew it was catastrophic, fully aware that her life as she knew it had ended. She chronicled her nine years of daily life following her chestnut mare accident in The World I Fell Out Of .
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