All I want for Christmas is my two flat feet

I feel like I’ve bested the biggest physical burden of my life and would like to reflect on my experience. I was born with flat feet; not a disability by any standard, but a hinderance. A hinderance in physical activities, but most importantly, god forbid, style. When I was a child, the orthopaedist recommended I wear special footwear and always tie my shoe-laces. That was very “uncool” so I never did. And even though I was very keen on sports, I could not run very fast. So I took up swimming instead (and subsequently rose to the top 8 butterfly swimmers in the country). The years went by, fashion shoe after fashion shoe, step after step, doctor after doctor, orthotic after orthotic, I came to a point where I could not even stand on my two feet. I had to always be in sports shoes and rest often, lest my ankles would be in extreme pain. I shied away from walking barefoot, going out for long, or even travelling which meant sightseeing which meant walking. I got to a point where my life and soul were dependent on how much my feet were hurting that day. I was 26.

I thought to myself, this is it. This is where my life changes. This is where being healthy ends and I should probably take up reading more books because that’s the only thing I’ll be able to do in a few years! That was until somebody suggested that this problem of mine might be psychosomatic. “But I was born this way” I said furiously. How could somebody suggest something ridiculous like that. However, this idea struck a chord in me. For the first time I considered that this “birth defect” might be fixable. I entered in a completely different state of mind. I was recommended to see an osteopath (I subsequently met the magnificent Cedric of Fulham osteopaths in London) and I also found a good insole shop (http://www.profeet.co.uk/ I cannot speak highly of them enough). And with tango and capoeira as hobbies of a few years, I started focusing more on posture, flexibility and strengthening those little foot muscles I had left for dead all these years. Thanks to the change of mindset, the guidance of Cedric, the insoles at Profeet and my focus on core strength and stretching, 4 years later, I can not only walk without pain, but also walk and train barefoot. As I look back, being a pro swimmer, picking up rock climbing, tango and now capoeira may have never caught my attention had it not been for my flat feet.

This story might sound trivial to some. and I’m sure everyone has heard a version of the phrase “a blessing in disguise”. The truth is that each and every person has a cross to bear; but this cross takes us places that would otherwise be too mundane to discover. And there is beauty in that.

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Tetrismas Tree!

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Thy blocks are always changing;

They go like this when Christmas’ here,

But also make cool atmosphere.

Tetrismas Tree! Tetrismas Tree!

Thy blocks are always changing!!

The All-American small-talk

Mastering the All-American small-talk is as simple as A-B-C!

A) [Hi/Hey/Hello], how are you?

B) [Good/ Fine/ Great/ OK], and you?

C) [Good/ Fine], thanks!

Pro tip #1: Try to speak as fast as possible (practice at home if needed)

Pro tip #2: Continue walking while speaking as fast as possible

smalltalkBonus: Step C occurs when you have walked so far past each-other that further conversation would be inaudible. You can use the graph below as a rough guide:

On living close

Every day life in a relationship is like the mozzarella on a pizza. It’s not what gives the taste, but it holds all the ingredients together..

~Nontas

Omics…

The English-language neologism omics informally refers to a field of study in biology ending in -omics, such as genomics, proteomics or metabolomics.

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Your physical posessions, in the cloud!

The entrepreneur inside me awakes from time to time and won’t leave me alone..

Lately I’ve been thinking of ways to help people get rid of things they hoard. The impulse of collecting stuff “in case of need in the future” to me is psychological condition with little connection to reality. Rationally, the value of thousands of books, kitchenware and product packaging does not explain the cost of renting or owning a larger living space to store them, move them and maintain them (and the mental burden associated with those tasks).

I’ve come up with the idea of having objects “expire” after a certain period (much like food) to make it easier for me to get rid of stuff for which I have an emotional attachment but are no longer “relevant” (like a jumper given to me by an ex, or my first ever mobile phone).

But what if there was a local “service” that would agree to take this stuff, catalogue it for you, store it and mail you back anything you “needed”? What if you could even have access to other people’s stuff? What if you could get notified in case somebody wanted to rent or buy your things? Would you pay for such a service?