Well, of course, it is not entirely accurate. But let me explain my point.

Three weeks ago we went to Corsica with my family. It was the first time for all of us on the island. We arrived in Bastia early in the morning, swam in crystal clear blue water throughout the day, and we reached the tip of Cap Corsica late in the afternoon.

We had planned to camp outdoors during the trip. The tip of cap Corsica is

I already wrote about this, but it continues.

I make excuses for all sort of things I do not wish to do. Since I am very good at listening to my justifications I tend to postpone and procrastinate, and some time for a very long time.

Two months ago I was ready to file my income taxes. All I had to do was press the button "send." But I waited. And waited.

It was when I received a reminder

One can never know too much, and that's a good thing. Because of this, I can go on learning. When someone understands some subjects better than I do, let this person share his experience.

This way, I will have gained two things: the possibility to uncover something new and the satisfaction to have given someone the opportunity to teach.

Now I need to improve my ability to be patient and listen with genuine interest.

I often hear the expression: "this person is working too much." But is she?

If work starts to ruin oneself, then one may be indeed working too much. On the contrary, if one's line of activity enriches one's life, one may not be working too much.

Isn't it more likely that one is merely enjoying oneself?

It is hard to tell when enough is enough. But when your project is spoiling your life, please, let's call it quits.

Last year I was very motivated and accomplished several sports performance.

Together with my friend Gilles, in April after I returned from Florida, we ran the 20km Lausanne semi-marathon disguised as jars of Eric's peanut butter.

A couple of months later I ran, again with Gilles, a forty-two kilometers trail run with six thousand meters of positive denivelation. I finished in the first twenty racers.

Next, I decided to climb the Miroir d'Argentine, solo. I made an initial attempt

I've been envious of so many people throughout my life that the thought of it is embarrassing.

I was jealous of a friend because I thought he was more handsome than I, and girls liked him more.

I was envious of a family member because she traveled more than I did. I was resentful of another person this time because he was more successful in his endeavor, and I was not.

I thought some in my entourage had more money,

I honestly didn't understand I was mortal until I was sixteen and a half years old.

It is when I had my climbing accident that I found out that terrible misfortunes can happen to me too.

When I opened my eyes, I didn't feel any pain at first. I laid there in disbelief. I knew someone had fallen. I had heard him scream and guessed it must have been terrible. I didn't know who it had been though.

But I

I have been painting for the past 15 years and running businesses for the same period.

A couple of years ago, I was without a project, and I spent most of my days painting. It felt great to create. It was fulfilling. But like many artists, I was finding it hard to sell my creations.

An old friend of the family is an accomplished artist. I contacted him, and we met. He showed me his work, we talked, and it

For many years I've found it very hard to say No. I preferred to please, so I tended to say Yes. I suppose I was a people pleaser.

The other night we ate at our friends' place. The husband is a banker.

He worked at a big bank in Geneva where he held a prestigious position. Within the banking community, one could say he had the dream job.

Unexpectedly, he announced us he had just quit to become CEO of