No One Says G’day Anymore

When I moved to Australia in the ‘80s, the sound of g’day was music to my ears. In New York, where I grew up, you quickly learn to avoid eye contact with strangers. You walk with a purpose, gaze fixed in the distance. Otherwise, you’re likely to become entangled in an unwanted, potentially dangerous encounter. (Don’t get me started on the subway!) But in ‘80s Australia, people were greeting me in stereo. I was naïve enough to think they must have picked me for a foreigner and were going out of the way to be nice. I soon realised it wasn’t special treatment at all. Everyone said ‘g’day. Not anymore.

Wander and Wonder — A Journey Back to Nature

Our chronically hyper-paced world seems to be a never-ending endorphin chase whose finish line is physical, mental and existential fatigue. If we’re bold and brave enough to run our own race, a quiet truth—one that’s been there all along if we’d only look—can sustain us: nature, in its unadulterated splendour, offers a sanctuary.

Who Am I?

All my life, I’ve been trying to work out who I am. Perhaps not surprisingly, I had my first existential crisis at age eight (or thereabouts) at my grandmother’s house in Boston. I don’t remember what precipitated it – a dream, perhaps – but I do recall bolting upright in bed, wondering why I was put on this earth, what the hell I was going to do with my life and how I would know which path was the right one.

Finding the Sweet Spot

I’ve finally found the sweet spot in tennis and in life. That magical space where shape, force, intent and purpose come together to do the job. The place where you’ve been striving for control but understand that you can get even greater satisfaction by doing less, when you stop trying to do things right in favour of doing the right things.