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My kind of Sunday morning

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My days in Carlton are numbered so I’m making the most of weekends to do my favourite things.

Going out to cafes and restaurants is great but it’s hard to beat the satisfaction (and economics) of a delicious loaf of bread and some peanut butter (I discovered this morning that I don’t own any Vegemite. Quelle horreur!)

Bread from Baker D. Chirico, Faraday St, Carlton

Coffee from new Market Lane pop up right next door

Baker D. Chirico and Market Lane Coffee, Carlton

Baker D. Chirico and Market Lane Coffee, Carlton

Russ Harris @ School of Life Melbourne

image: Broadsheet.com.au

image: Broadsheet.com.au

“If beating yourself up was an effective way of changing your bad habits, wouldn’t you be perfect by now?” – Russ Harris

I took in my first event at The School of Life Melbourne last night (after sleeping through John Safran’s 6.30am Sunday Sermon).

The Self-Esteem Trap with Russ Harris

I’ve been a fan of Russ Harris’s work after reading The Happiness Trap about a year ago. He cuts through the confusing and contradictory messages of positive psychology by describing Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (ACT) in a very compelling way (I think Acceptance and Commitment Therapy is a terrible name for what is essentially a very useful approach to everyday functioning). He used the term “psychological flexibility” – a concept I find fascinating.

The School of Life is great. Enter through a rickety bright yellow wooden gate to the backyard of what was probably a factory. A retro chrome caravan stands in as a cafe and wrought iron tables and chairs are laid with cheese and biscuits for guests.

You can’t help but sit down and talk to strangers. Anything else would be even more intolerable than approaching a stranger and engaging in small talk. Conveniently, each table had a “Conversation Menu” with tips on how to start and keep a conversation going. Fortunately, I find that saying hello is the hardest part. Once you’ve overcome that truly horrific prospect the words can flow.

Russ Harris’s event was more like a workshop/group therapy session than a lecture. I shared a moment with a fellow audience member in which we took turns telling each other what we’re bad at for 30 seconds. It was a strangely liberating and fun exercise.

The School of Life Melbourne Summer Term is a temporary concern, but hopefully the fact that almost every event is sold out will mean that The School of Life in Melbourne is here to stay.

Housesitting

I’m housesitting for my friends in Brighton this week and next. Brighton is that beachside suburb, where wealth (either very old or very new) is only worth anything if it’s conspicuous.

Fortunately, I find myself on the Felicity Kendal side of The Good Life fence. It’s all watering the permaculture garden and collecting eggs from the chooks where I’m staying.

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Wadaiko festival concert

When I learnt to drive earlier this year, I discovered how much fun it was to learn something new. So I decided to learn how to play taiko drums.

I haven’t started yet, but had a chance to audition my new hobby last night at the Wadaiko Festival concert in Box Hill. It was ah-maaaaaay-zing. I can’t wait to start my lessons.

There was a bit of Wadaiko Rindo on the taiko:

and the incredibly cool Fuefukuro playing flute:

and the decidedly bluegrass-y Ichimadin playing three stringed guitar-y instruments:

So good!

Catching the end of winter

Only thing better than time spent in hammocks is time spent in front of the fire. It’s a Yapeen state of mind.