Reset Extra - Last Chance For Discount
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In case you missed it or just forgot - I announced on Friday that I was expanding The Reset to include extra weekly newsletters, ad-free podcasts and community features in the coming weeks. The early bird offer allows you to subscribe to all of this for less than a fiver until midnight tonight!
I am building a community here that we can all use for a bit of support and (sometimes) fun. I appreciate every single subscriber to The reset and will continue to put out the existing newsletter and podcast every week for free.
But I am clearing the decks a bit in order to devote more of my time to creating extra content for - which is why I’m asking for small monthly contribution from those who can afford it.
Right now, if you buy a year’s subscription it’s less than fifty quid! and in return you’ll be betting tons of podcasts, interviews, newsletters and fun times across the year. Plus community chats with me - which will be a real HONOUR for both you and I.
While I’m here, a word on the football. It didn’t come home. It was a shame. But I’ve been getting myself wound up about football matches for years and just don’t have the energy anymore.
When the game ended last night, I felt a huge sense of relief that the anxiety and tension was over. I could just move on with my life. Like anyone, I have real dramas, challenges and struggles to deal with - I prefer to expend my energy on those.
Similarly, there is joy, fulfilment and pride to be derived from every day life. I choose not to marry my sense of happiness and well-being to the outcome of a football match played out by strangers. I did that for years. As a West Ham and England fan it was particularly tough. But I wasn’t rally in touch with my emotions, lacked the ability to express the way I felt and so chose instead to get shitfaced and go mental at the football every week instead. It was knackering and pointless and now - although I still love watching football (pro tip: it’s even better when you’re sober) I just don’t allow myself to get upset or angry when things don’t go the way I would have liked them to.
Apart from anything else, it’s a pretty selfish way to behave: why should my wife and kids have to deal with the mad emotional responses I have to arbitrary sporting events? i mean, my kids were gutted when Han Solo was killed in the Force Awakens. But they didn’t use it as an excuse to sulk at me for a whole week after.
As they say in AA, focus on the stuff you can actually control. Try to let go of the stuff you can’t. Keep your own side of the street tidy.
That said, if we’d won I probably would have stuck my crusader outfit on and headed down to Dover to sing ‘Back Home’ atop the white cliffs, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. But hey-ho, life goes on lads.
Remember to subscribe - and tell your mates what a great thing this is. The more of us sharing our shit, the easier dealing with theshit becomes.
I might get a T-shirt done with that written on it.