Ten years ago, I'd just finished school, I was training almost every single day to become a professional Rugby League player and I was just about to begin my first year of study at University.
Since then so much has changed in almost every aspect of my life.
There is no process I can think of that is more adrenaline-inducing, more mentally challenging or more effective at improving performance quickly than setting a goal for a skill and then challenging yourself to use that skill in a competitive environment.
"It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble. It's what you know for sure that just ain't so."
What the hell is a Saturn return? I thought to myself, listening as my girlfriend tried to explain a cosmic theory so far-fetched it might actually be entertaining to hear her try to explain it a little further.
Lauren Hung is the creative director of the blackline by lauren, a calligraphy and design firm she started instinctively in 2014.
I talked with Lauren earlier this year about her journey from the Australian fashion industry to creating her own unique brand.
At the end of a long and busy day, or whenever I feel a need to de-stress and calm my mind, my number one go-to activity is to go for a long run.
For a long stretch of time the closest I would ever get to a gym in the early hours of the morning was if I happened to have a dream about one.
Do you remember what life was like before social media?
Before the introduction of Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or even Myspace arrived on our screens just over ten years ago?
‘The task of art is to state in aesthetic creation the deepest psychic and personal experiences of a human being so as to enable those experiences to be intelligible and generally recognised within the total framework of an ideal world.’
There is a place I go once or twice a week. A cold, blank room in a nondescript old building, burrowed deep within one of the darker back pockets of Sydney. It’s a place which provides me with the lessons that I desperately need in my life.
I received a phone call from a good friend of mine over the weekend. I was in my car, so I answered him on loudspeaker and was surprised by the ferocity with which he launched himself into the conversation.
In the wake of the wave of support Greg Inglis has received over the past week for seeking professional help for depression, the focus should now turn to what exactly the NRL and South Sydney Rabbitohs aim to do for Greg when he retires from the only profession he has had since making his NRL debut as an 18 year-old in 2005.
In 2014, when Matthew McConaughey stepped up to the podium at the 86th Academy Awards to receive his Oscar for best actor, he started off his acceptance speech by giving an incredible insight into the reasons behind his success.
The world is unfolding beautifully around us all the time, whether we choose to acknowledge it or not. Either we choose to focus on the amazing things, or we are swept up in the never ending nonsense. Each option is there for us to lose ourselves in or to lose out in.
Rugby League survives on opinions — who’s playing well, who’s not, and why.
I’ll let you in on a secret. Nestled somewhere deep beneath the surface of just about every man you will ever meet lives another being, the hairy man.
A study in the Journal of the American Medical Association published last month has found that lay health care workers seated at wooden ‘friendship benches’ who actively listened and offered problem solving techniques to people with common mental health disorders had a significant effect on improving the symptoms of mood disorders like depression and anxiety
“One of the great truisms in business,” says a friend of mine, a former high-flying lawyer who claims throughout his colourful career to have shared board rooms with the likes of Kerry Packer and Rupert Murdoch, “Is that people will almost never do anything when they fear they could be fired.”
“Fear is the great controller of progress.” He says.
I sat in awe on the sideline, shaking my head and watching the Bulldogs supporters erupt as the unknown prodigy Ben Barba zipped through the Parramatta Eels defence like a magician on his way to the try line.
“He’s a freak!” roared Garry Carden, the notoriously old-school Bulldogs trainer responsible for physically preparing the likes of Johnathan Thurston, Josh Jackson and Sonny Bill Williams.
For my 23 years, I thought I knew what it meant to be an Australian on Australia Day. A barbecue, a few beers, a game of backyard cricket and a laugh with good mates seemed to me to be the ingredients that, when combined, could produce a bloody good Australia Day.