I am incapable of being hopeful. When life hits Timmie with a steel curved ball, knocking him down, he gets down and beaten up, but he remains at the core, a firm belief in himself and that things will get sorted out and “It will be all right.” He endures with a hopeful outlook and…
I wonder if we all have some form of narcissism in us. Narcissism in its very crude sense self-grandioso. I sat next to a young girl on the way back from Shanghai. Her fingers in my peripheral vision bothered me, because it kept swiping and tapping on the phone like no tomorrow. I glanced over…
Been in the half-sinking mud cycle of inertia. Feeling forgotten because all these people who do events that ties into my speaking topics do not think of me. Because haven’t done much lately. Because there is a list of proposals to write. Because there is some business development to do and I am procrastinating. I’m…
Last week, one of my good friends shared with me a life challenge she was facing. It broke my heart to hear of the pain she was going through. What pierced my heart the most was when she showed me the messages she received from other family members and friends. They told her, “Be tough!”…
Most people have a mid life crisis about meaning and the kind of legacy they want to leave behind, or a rethinking about health and the way they live their lives, plastic, environment, animal rights, and all that kind of stuff. The wisest ones just buy a Porsche and get it done and over with.…
It is here. Done. A reality. And it feels anything but real. First off, I do not yet have a hardcopy of the book in my hands. Second, I feel overwhelmed, more nerve-wrecking than hold the crying Riviane a few minutes after she was born (I made sure the nurses cleaned her up before giving…
Guilty when I’m watching TV instead of polishing up article pitches. Guilty I am on my own enjoying space and quiet while Timmie has the kids a few thousand oceans away. Guilty when I am just sitting, drinking iced lemon tea, and staring off into space. Guilty when I am not doing anything, not finishing…
What makes an author, an author? What makes a writer, a writer? I mentioned the free ebook on how to help those with depression that I had written a few years ago to a friend the other day. She exclaimed, “Oh! You are an author!” I felt small in my chair and cringed. Gingerly, I…
I have been trying to write an article on the investment market, on how investors might care – or not – about the entrepreneurs they invest in in terms of the entrepreneurs’ mental health. Being an entrepreneur is stressful to say the least, and I have seen many of them breakdown when working with them…
“Well, if you and Nochie did separate, what is the hardest issue to resolve?” “Probably custody of the kids…” mused Timmie, “Oh wait, actually no, she definitely won’t be fighting for that!” Two years ago, as Tim recounted this conversation between him and his therapist, we both broke down into hysterical laughter.
Enoch Li, (pen name: Noch Noch) was born and raised in Hong Kong and Australia. She has also studied / worked / lived in the US, France, UK, Japan, The Netherlands, China, and has travelled to more than 40 countries. She loves travelling and her curiosity in foreign cultures and languages has led her to enjoy her life as an international executive in the banking & finance industry. However, she was forced to take time off work in 2010 due to her illnesses and after spending time in recovery, cooking, practising Chinese calligraphy, reading and writing – in short, learning to take care of herself and letting out the residual work stress, she has transitioned into a Social Entrepreneur and founded BEARAPY to help corporates make workplaces mentally healthy, and support executives to become more resilient.
