Someone asked me yesterday - in the context of speaking about London and the grand plans I had - what I was still doing in Melbourne and why I wasn't in London. I swallowed hard and told him how difficult it was. And how that plan was slowly fading away. He asked me what was so difficult. I replied, I had not realised how tough things could get when I took a pay cut and a mortgage on at almost the same time. But you're still surviving, he challenged.

Barely, I replied. Barely.

He challenged me again, and said, but the point is that you are surviving. You thought it was difficult, but you're here and you're surviving. You always think it's too difficult until you do it, and then you realise that it's not actually that difficult after all.

It made me think hard. I wonder why we, and especially I, don't push ourselves hard enough. Our human bodies, for example, are built for extraordinary things. People train to do marathons and climb mountains and meditate. Heck, women give birth to twins or triplets and recover mercifully quickly. Why don't get off our arses and do some exercise especially when we're blessed with able bodies? Why do we settle with defeat just because it's the easier thing to do?

So this is to us and everyone out there - let's make this our year; so let's conquer our inhibitions and let's achieve the things that would make us happy.

And why not start by filling our lives with lots of kisses.

Take care.