Episode 11: In the Driving Seat
I leaned over to claim the five pence from the kerb, examining both sides respectively to check it was real. It was rare to find money at school, a shiny piece of treasure…
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Episode 10: Letting Go of the Bar
When I reached what looked like the centre of the bridge, I tentatively placed both my hands on the cold metal bar, leaning into it, to peer meekly over the edge. I’d been…
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Episode 9: One Small Action
“Happiness is the joy we feel moving towards our potential” -The Ancient Greeks. I must be crazy for trying this, I snorted mockingly at myself and gently shook my head. I propped up…
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Episode 8: I Owe Me
I coaxed my focus away from an empty daydream and turned my desk clock to face me, 03.43am. I sighed. Fourteen hours until my thesis deadline. I’d been awake for 2 days straight,…
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Episode 7: No Past Possibilities and No Future Truths
The change of scenery was very welcome I thought to myself, as I sat down to breakfast. A two day residential course at a beautiful and quintessentially English training site, with 30 foot…
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Episode 6: The Forge
‘Ding!’ I’d reached the ground floor of the Cairns International Pullman Hotel. It was mid-October and just rolling into summer in Queensland, I stepped over the threshold into the main foyer and was…
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Episode 5: Winners Adapt
One morning last week I made my usual trundle down the stairs, wearing my pyjama substitutes (an old painting top and some oversized joggers), filled the percolator from the boiling water tap, spooned…
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Episode 4: Today I…
This is Future Emma: This is also Future Emma: The only thing that separates the two, are the actions and decisions that Today Emma makes (that’s me!) in servitude of her sole beneficiary:…
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Episode 3: Queen of Sorting-My-Shit-Out
Seven years ago I attended a talk called ‘How to Make Money from Property’ with Martin Roberts; the host of Homes Under the Hammer. He’d invited a guest speaker, a chic-ly dressed woman…
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Episode 2: Best to Start at the Beginning Part Two
I got on the train and bagged myself a four seater with a table (winning), waving awkwardly through the closed window at my friend in the layby; waiting dutifully to make sure I…
