A letter to my son

Image shows a letter being written by a father to his son
Reading time: 6 mins

Being a man can be a bit of a puzzle. We are constantly bombarded with images and ideas that others believe define what it means to be a man. Some people think you need to be physically strong, others believe you need to have a dominant personality, and some measure their manliness like a strange badge of pride, constantly comparing themselves to you and others as if there is a competition to win.

I believe many men would do better and be happier if they set aside all that and tried to discover what makes them a good person, a happy person. Perhaps it is the pursuit of physical strength, or proving you are better than others at something, but I think a lot of the time, as it is for me, it is about finding a way to exist in the world with the knowledge that you are a good person.

Integrity is key to becoming the type of man you want to be. I cannot tell you how to find it, but once you think about how you want others to think of you (not in a superfluous way, in a meaningful ā€˜what will they say about me when I die’ kind of way), and most importantly how you think you can find a way to be happy, then it will find you. The trick is keeping hold of your integrity, being true to yourself, not dropping your ideals or morals just to fit in. It will be hard at times, being part of a crowd is fun, exhilarating, but holding true to yourself will be worth it in the long run. It will help you find people like you, and hopefully keep negativity out of your life as much as is possible.

As for the type of person you wish to become, I think ā€˜don’t be a dick’ is the simplest way I can put how I hope you’ll live your life. Your mum and I are both big believers in being nice to people, even those who might not always deserve it. I’ve found that the people who end up being nasty bullies are often a bit broken themselves, they just don’t realise it. You will face challenges when you deal with other people, it isn’t always easy, but take a moment before you react. You never know what other people are going through and as hard as it may be, you’ll feel better about yourself if you take a beat and consider that.

There will be times when you are angry, and that’s okay too, but the worst things I’ve done when angry I’ve regretted almost instantly, and when I think back on them I feel ashamed of myself. That’s okay too, as long as you use that to learn. Don’t let it fester, don’t let anger sit with you, figure it out.

If you can, try to sit quietly with yourself, go for walks in the fresh air, let your mind wander, find a way to be at peace with yourself and your life. Things will never go to plan, life isn’t something you can fully control, so learning to adjust and go with whatever happens is a good thing to either learn, or at least keep in mind when it seems like everything is out of control. You don’t need to have things all figured out, no one really does. Life is a meandering devil of a pathway that will take your best plans and shake them up in an instant, it happens all the time. Learn to go with the flow.

As you’ll grow up with Artificial Intelligence and, for want of a better term, weaponised (mis)information, please learn to think for yourself, confirm things presented as fact, and at worst go with your gut if something seems off! Do your best to find smart people to listen to, hint: it’s usually the quieter people. The loud ones are rarely worth paying attention to.

Talk. Talk more than you think you should about whatever is really on your mind. Talk to me, your mum, your grandparents, your aunts and uncles, your cousins, your friends. Take the time to talk to strangers, ask people’s names, share your stories and your emotions. And please, never ever hide your emotions. They are all valid, all true, and all a part of who you are.

You might have noticed I cry quite a bit. I can be quite emotional, often my tears are happy ones, but sometimes they are sad. Crying isn’t a sign of weakness, just as anger isn’t a sign of strength. Your emotions are what make you who you are. Empathy and kindness are what the world needs, and what you need from the world more than you realise. Feeling angry, anxious, awkward or sad is normal. Acting like they don’t exist isn’t.

So, just talk. Find people you trust and tell them everything, even the dark thoughts, the ones you hate yourself for thinking. You’d be surprised how many other people are thinking similar things. We are not as unique as we think. Share your happiness, your sadness, your frustrations and anger. Share your thoughts, big or small. Just keep talking. Don’t keep it bottled up. Talking to someone isn’t a weakness; it’s a skill that will stand you in good stead as you grow.

And remember that, no matter what happens, what decisions you make, the world needs you in it. There are already people who need you today (hi!), and there will be more in the future.

There are many things in life that are temporary, like money, possessions, expensive phones, flashy cars, designer clothes and popularity. None of that is real; it all changes and doesn’t hold any real value. Those things don’t make you a better person, and in time, you’ll learn that they don’t make you all that happy, certainly not in any lasting way.

Friendships are what last, even if you only have a few close friends, that’s more than enough and if you are curious and decent, the right people will find you and stick with you through thick and thin, and as you grow you’ll value them more and more.

I’ve learned up so much from you as well. The idea of becoming a father was a bit daunting, it’s a huge responsibility, but you’ve shown me patience and kindness that comes from truly seeing others. Watching you grow and learn has made me a better person, especially the patience and thoughtfulness you’ve helped me develop. You’ve encouraged me to live a good, simple life, focusing on experiences and enjoying the present moment, rather than worrying about whether our car is better than someone else’s.

You’ve helped me understand how simple life can be, as long as the people I love are safe, warm and happy, then that’s all I truly need.

Being a father has also taught me a few things I didn’t expect, including the realisation (too late in my own life) that it doesn’t matter what others think of you; you can’t please everyone and you can’t make everyone happy. Ultimately, your own happiness is what matters most. Not selfishly, but if you find a way to be happy with yourself, with who you are, if you are true to yourself, then the people in your life will reflect that and you’ll find you don’t worry about impressing them or keeping up with them. It hasn’t been an easy lesson, but I hope you can find a way to learn it yourself, a lot younger than I did.

Remember to treat others nicely; you don’t know what they are going through. It doesn’t matter if they look happy or successful, doesn’t matter the money they have, doesn’t matter their skin colour, their gender, their sexuality, their ability, their religion. Yes, you will come across some unpleasant people, but even they likely have their own struggles. Being nice isn’t always easy, but it’s usually for the best.

Let’s talk about consent. It’s quite straightforward: if someone says no, stops or seems unsure, stop and talk to them. This applies to anything, whether it’s sex, drugs or anything else. Always respect their boundaries. I’ll also emphasise the importance of respect for women. The patriarchy is a complex issue, but trust me, women need allies and support.

Also, take care of your physical health. I wish I’d done more yoga and movement, and made it a regular part of my life. My aches and pains don’t have to be yours. Learn to listen to your body, eat well, get enough sleep and be consistent with whatever movement you enjoy, but remember to treat yourself sometimes.

Lastly, try new things and explore many different activities. Practice cooking, fixing simple things, managing your money wisely and so on. You’ll inevitably make mistakes, and that’s all part of learning. Whether it’s snowboarding, ironing a shirt, sewing or making pavlova, try everything, be curious, learn from your failures and keep trying. You’ll be okay when you fail; everyone does at some point.

And please, don’t believe everything you see online. Social media isn’t real; don’t compare yourself to it. It’s always an exaggeration of a life that you’ll see posted. Find your own values, your own integrity and your own sense of self, and find a way to be happy. I don’t care what makes you happy, just that you are.

There you go. I know it’s a lot, and there’s so much more to it, but hopefully, we can talk about these things whenever you want.

There’s so much more I could say, but I’ll end by repeating something I’ve said to you every single day since you were born. I say it because life can be tough, and as you grow, you’ll realise that people don’t always see things the same way as you. But I truly believe that men need to express their emotions, be gentle, be aware of others and be respectful. Love is not something to hide, nor are tears. Emotions are challenging, but they are what makes us human. Kindness is a strength, respect others and listen to them, respect yourself and set your own boundaries and stick to them.

I love you, son.


Prompted by this: https://www.bloomsbury.com/uk/discover/superpages/non-fiction/letters-to-our-sons/ (sent to me by my wonderful mother-in-law)

2026 Resolutions (the AI years)

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I’ve written before about resolutions, and my general avoidance of them, but I’m changing tack this year.

Given that I remain unfit and overweight, and have spent the last 4 years trying a variety of different approaches, none of which have worked, I’m thinking that maybe I should just try a new year resolutions? What’s the harm, right? If nothing else, it’s a time based reset that I can use to start something new, how strongly I am resolved to ‘complete’ it is an entirely other matter.

I don’t want to be too specific though and set myself up with a goal that, if failed, would have a negative impact (learned that lesson many times in the past) so I’m thinking I’ll just focus on doing more moving/exercise than I currently do, which being brutal honest should not be hard as it just means getting off my arse more than once a week.

Now, that does mean I need to have some form of structure and ostensibly that means planning, and that gives me an opportunity to get my geek on so all in all it’s a win-win for me.

Inspired by my wife, who never lets over thinking get in her way (what is that like I wonder!), I’m going to head back to the gym. It makes sense as I’m not getting any younger and need to start working on strength and flexibility to see me through to my dotage.

To the gym! I’m thinking 2 days a week to start, plus some cycling (turbo trainer to start) as well. That might become 3 days a week in the gym, or some other combination but as I have a longer term goal of getting back out on my bike again so the turbo trainer is a good cardio/stamina addition to things.

The goal: A visible change in my body shape by the end of April.

I am trying to avoid the ā€˜I weigh X so will aim to lose Y’ approach to keep some pressure off, so this is all about moving with some added weight resistance at times.

Of course at this time of year we are all getting bombarded with social media promoting the latest, greatest, exercise routine/app/miracle cure, but having been through (round?) the cycle of gym inductions, weight training sessions, HIIT sessions and more, I thought I’d come up with my own gym routine as I know the basics and I’m not looking for big advancements any time soon.

I did some googling, found a couple of things to start with. I decided to stick to using the fixed weight machines in the gym, I’ve done free weight stuff and will get back to that, but to build some basic fitness/strength I thought I’d start there. The adverts soon followed but that gave me a spark of inspiration.

Why not use AI to help me out?

I gave ChatGPT the following prompt:

ā€œBuild me a 25 min routine for the gym. Presume I’ve done a warmup, and have access to the most common machines for muscle exercise. Do not include a cooldown.ā€

And the response was pretty much bang on:

Here’s a tight, efficient 25-minute full-body gym routine using common machines. It’s designed to keep you moving, hit all major muscle groups, and suit a desk-job body without wasting time.

Interesting that as I’ve been dipping in and out of ChatGPT over the past year it knows I have a desk job, knows I’m 52, and tailored the exercises to suit me.

It produced me a spreadsheet and a single page reference sheet, as well as two variations so I can mix things up every session. Perfect!

So, once the new year rolls around, and presuming I’m rid of this persistent chesty cough I’ve had for the past month, I’ll give it a whirl.

As for being resolved, well I like my chances. I’m not setting targets, and also resigning myself to some days being lighter on weights than others but this is just a beginning, a first step to get me back to my level of fitness before my son was born; slow and steady will win this race and that will be my main challenge.

And I am resolved, I have a 4 year old to keep up with and I feel like I’m at the cusp of this opportunity; pretty soon Daddy won’t be able to keep up, so whilst I’m trying to remove any pressure or fear of failure from this, it’s all being driven by this fast growing boy and my desire to NOT be the Dad who can’t do things with him because he’s just too tired/sore/unfit/fat.

I MAY even try and keep a monthly update going throughout 2026 to track this, and some other bits and bobs, but for now, I have my AI generated workout schedule, a new gym to attend, and my first new year resolution in over a decade!

Merry Christmas

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Whether you celebrate, or not.

Are with family, or not.

To those who have difficult relationships with your family, those who are struggling, give yourself permission just to survive this week. Be kind to yourself.

It’s just another day after all. Or not.

I hope this festive day finds you well, or well enough.

A day that changed my world

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I woke that Saturday morning before my alarm, had I set one, would’ve rang. I lay in bed for a moment. I can still remember that feeling of the bed being perfectly warm, not too hot, not too cold, and no matter which way I moved I was instantly comfortable. I fought the easy desire to go back to sleep as, whilst I had no plans, I did want to make the most of this particular day.

Having no plans was a strange thing for me.

In short order, once I was old enough, I moved from my parents house to my girlfriends flat, we got married, we moved several times, we separated and got back together again, and then we got divorced. I moved into my own flat (my very own for the first time!) and fell straight into another relationship, that became relationships until one day I realised why I wasn’t happy. Not because of the people in those relationships but because of me, I wanted to be alone.

And so, some weeks later I woke up in bed. Alone, no relationship, just me.

I had deliberately left the day free although I’m not sure why. That does make it sound like I’d planned the day to be empty which is, obviously, a plan in an of itself but that wasn’t my intent, rather I’d aimed to allow myself to have a day that unfolded before me in whatever pattern it decided. I hadn’t checked the weather, hadn’t thought about where I could go, what I would do.

So it was inevitable, I guess, that I took myself on a coffee walk.

Typically I try and limit myself to 4 coffees a day max, and try not to drink any caffeine after about 4pm so I have at least a chance of sleep, but I also had no plans on the following Sunday so, caution to the wind (how very rock n roll of me!) I decided I’d just work my way along one of the busier roads in the West End of Glasgow and stop for coffee as and when I saw a place I liked the look of!

Abstaining from coffee at home was the first hurdle – how automatically we fall into our routines, I pulled a mug from the cupboard and had started to fill the kettle before I realised what I was doing – so after a quick bite to eat I grabbed a jacket, my headphones, and set off.

The first stop was a place called Meadow Road. Little did I know that, a few years later, I would move much closer to it and it would become a favourite of my (now wife) girlfriend and I, so much so that I still drop in when I can to chat to Billy about whatever nonsense has happened since I last managed to visit.

After that it was a wander along past Space (tiny place but great coffee), then up Byres Road to a coffee shop that isn’t there anymore (and which I only dived into because the rain has started) before heading to TInderbox and then up towards Great Western Road to Papercup before heading home.

I wandered in and out of shops as my mood deemed fit, I meandered here, I diverted myself there, and largely just set a rough course of destination based on the next coffee house.

I had no time in mind, I had no reason to rush, nothing to get home for, no-one checking in on me to see what I was up to, it was remarkably freeing. I can remember sitting with my final coffee in the Botanic Gardens, finding a dry enough bench to pause and enjoy the fresh early autumn weather.

It wasn’t the last time I spent such aimless time with myself but it was the first in almost my entire adult life. Not because I was single, but because I’d chosen to allow myself to do it.

It was something that stuck with me, even if I didn’t apply it as often as I should’ve, that sense of allowing myself space to just be, to be present, to be open, to let my thoughts meander. It was the beginning of my own realisation that I was a bit lost. That I’d spent so long being there for other people, so long planning, setting goals, and compromising myself within relationships (not a bad thing but still a thing), that I had no idea who I really was and what I really wanted.

A few weeks later I started counselling with a view of ‘getting some help’. I told my family and friends, confirming that I didn’t feel depressed I just felt a bit stuck. It was the best thing I ever did for myself, and it still resonates to this day, still helps me understand my own actions and emotions, still helps me process life in a way that doesn’t sit as heavily on me as it used to.

It was just a day drinking coffee, walking familiar streets between rain showers.

But I don’t think I’d have been able to get through the past year or so without having taken that walk all those years ago, without realising that some days don’t have to be about anything other than existing, breathing one breathe after another. I find myself returning more and more to that feeling these past few years, putting aside anything else and experiencing the now; a walk in Mugdock with Becca and the dogs, a lazy rainy morning spent with Jack, and even the odd times I find myself staring out the window in a daydream.

Growing up my bedroom looked out at the Braehead roundabout, a couple of streets removed, but I’d sit at my desk and ignore my homework and watch the cars driving down the hill. I did this so often that I soon knew the car models just by their headlights. It’s something I’ve always done, had a little daydream but as I got older I started to training myself out of it, entering adulthood with important things on my mind and no time to daydream.

Thinking back to that day, walking along the streets of Glasgow, peer into shop windows, avoiding fellow pedestrians, shallow puddles from the last shower, I can still recall the way my mind wandered. Daydreaming, with no plan ahead of me.

We should all daydream a little more I think, all spend a bit more time NOT worrying about things that will still be there to worry us, NOT dwelling on darker thoughts but giving in to frivolity and whatever life puts in front of us at that moment.

A dandelion in the crack of a pavement, a sudden downpour leaving you soaked to the bone, life will always try and keep you in the present, maybe we should let it.

A year in the past

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The dusty, decrepit past slides out of view as a brighter, fresher, more inviting future beckons you over the horizon. So is the story the New Year likes to tell, a narrative that talks of new beginnings, better versions of yourself,

I know, it’s just the earth moving around the sun, but that doesn’t stop the long held notion of a year coming to an end, and a new one stretching out in front of us. Old versus new, with all the implications that those words hold.

It’s safe to say it hasn’t been the best year, especially as my brain insists on (rightfully) pulling the last few months of 2024 into the same period of time.

A recap then, before I move onto happier thoughts; October 2024 we had to put our girl dog down, November 2024 my Mum died unexpectedly, her funeral that December put a darker shade on Christmas last year (other events too but that was the main one), in February of this year my younger sister died, and in June my best friend’s husband died after a long battle with cancer.

Of course there were highlights and wonderful memories as well but it was hard to shake my grief and it felt like a constant presence hovering behind me for most of the year, thankfully it didn’t spoil things but did at times leave a bittersweet taste; I sat alone on the sand dunes on Mull, watching yet another stunning sunset develop, realising I wouldn’t be able to share the beauty with my sister, or my Mum and Dad.

I have cried often this past year. Sometimes unexpectedly, sometimes silently, sometimes with that raw, painful, intensity that I haven’t experienced at any other time. I know grief isn’t time bound, but it does ease as time passes.

Looking back, what struck me most was the love and support I’ve had from so many people. I am not one who goes looking for it but having my closest friends reaching out to me, checking in on me and Becca, made me realise how lucky I am. I knew all this of course, but it’s easy to take these things for granted, swept up in the week to week activities and catchups and updates, where it’s easier to chat about everyday things than delve into darker emotional times.

They brought light into my life when I needed it most, laughter when required, and a quiet acceptance of how I was – whilst I don’t think my attitude and nature was all that different, I’m sure the changes in me were evident to those who know me well – I would not have gotten through this past year without them, without Becca, without Jack.

And if ever there was bright shining star to keep me focussed on the future and all the joy, love, and happiness it will bring, it’s my wonderful wife and beautiful son.

I was out a gig recently, my first in a year, and I was discussing previous gig that my friend Andi and I had attended together, so many great nights and, for a while, I was almost at a gig (or more) every month. Naturally that has tapered off since the birth of my son, as I want to be present for him and Becca, I want to be a good husband, a loving father, and it struck me last night how much I missed them, missed the bedtime routine with Jack, missed just hanging out with them.

They both make me happy, content, and I feel so much love for them that it’s all I really need. I am not going to predict if next year will be good or bad, but I am looking forward to another year of making memories for Jack, of watching him flourish and grow, and of supporting Becca as she’s start another journey herself into a new career.

I am very lucky, very privileged to be able to look forward to 2026 with one key thing in my mind.

Hope.

 


It can be hard at this time of year (I know I’ve a mix of excitement and dread building as we barrel towards Christmas) so if anyone here needs an ear, a moan, a distraction, please reach out. If not to me, there are charities who will support you.

šŸ“ž 24/7 / Immediate Support

* Samaritans – emotional support any time you need to talk
šŸ“ 116 123 (freephone, 24/7/365)
Email: jo@samaritans.org
(Also a Welsh Language line: 0808 164 0123, 7 pm–11 pm)
* SHOUT – 24/7 crisis text support (if you prefer texting)
šŸ“ Text ā€œSHOUTā€ to 85258 for free, confidential text support.


šŸ“ž Charity Phone Lines (Support, Listening & Signposting)

* Mind – national mental health charity offering support, information & signposting
šŸ“ 0300 102 1234 (support line, Mon–Fri, 9 am–6 pm)
* SANEline – emotional support and information
šŸ“ 0300 304 7000 (daily, usually late afternoon–evening)
* CALM (Campaign Against Living Miserably) – support for anyone feeling down or suicidal
šŸ“ 0800 58 58 58 (daily, 5 pm–midnight) including webchat support.


šŸ§‘ā€šŸŽ“ Support for Young People

* The Mix – mental health support for under 25s
šŸ“ 0808 808 4994 (freeline; open daily with varied hours)
Text support via the same Shout/85258 mechanism tailored for youth.
* Childline – for anyone under 19
šŸ“ 0800 1111 (free, 24/7) with online chat counsellors.
* Papyrus (HOPElineUK) – suicide prevention for young people and those worried about them
šŸ“ 0800 068 4141 (daily, 9 am–midnight)


šŸ“Œ Additional Useful Support Lines

* Switchboard LGBT+ Support – listening and information
šŸ“ 0800 0119 100 (call/text/email)

Digital Curation

an image a laptop with files overflowing, being sorted into colours

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I’ve done it again. Made plans with myself to do two things, both of which have been bubbling along in my head for a few months now, both of which will take a fair amount of prep work, but it feels like the right time to do them.

Not in an ‘ohh it’s almost the end of the year I’d better get this shit done’ kinda way, more an acceptance that both tasks will take some months to complete, and planning for that accordingly.

It started when Apple released their Journal app.

It started after another round of trying to find an easier/nicer way to blog.

Journalling

I’ve used Day One since 2011. Not everyday, far from it, but there are still ~2000 entries in there. Some of them are meaningful to me, dealing with deeper thoughts and emotions, some are a little performative (hindsight eh!) in terms of trying different styles of journalling (3 Things that went well today… etc), and some which, as I’ve started looking back at them, make no sense to me whatsoever but must’ve felt important enough at the time to write down?

Yes I’m slowly reviewing these, month at a time, and moving (copy/paste) them from Day One to Apple Journal.

My long term aim is to ditch Day One. I don’t use many of its extra features, it’s always been more private note/diary than personal improvement tool, so Apple Journal meets my needs, plus having it baked into the Apple ecosystem means that I can easily capture days that include photos I’ve taken.

Yes, there are some improvements that Apple could add (an Import feature would be useful right now!), but it’s good enough for me.

Blog

My blog has always been text focussed. I’ve posted a few photos here and there but mostly used Flickr for that, and now Instagram but I don’t really do photography any more, just take snapshots of my life so it’s not as important to me as it was back when I had time/money/desire to treat photography as a hobby.

I started my blog in 1999 with hand written HTML code but the focus was always on the words. I had (and still have) no real direction for it, it’s just thoughts and life commentary, my public diary if you will.

Looking back over the early years there is a LOT of posts which make no sense, or have zero value today (links to websites that no longer exist, one line commentary on something I can’t even remember now, etc) and so I’m starting to cull those from my current blog, with a view to slimming it down to only things I want to keep.

Once I’ve done that I will start looking at moving it from hosted WordPress to somewhere else that is simpler, cheaper, and has fewer hoops to jump through. Bear is where I’m leaning at present but that’s not set in stone and as it’ll be several months before I get to that stage, I’ll reassess then.

Less stuff

It’s no coincidence that these are the two digital tasks I’ve chosen to undertake given my recent post about Legacy and the things we leave behind us. Inheriting the digital photos and files from my Dad’s PC is something I haven’t even considered yet either and, to be honest, I’m not sure I will beyond a cursor look.

It does feel odd though, in today’s technology climate where storage isn’t really an issue if you have the money. And I’m not doing any of this to save money, more to try and keep my digital life less cluttered. Many years ago I took the same approach with my physical belongings too, and I’m taking the same approach digitally. If it has some value to me, keep it, if it doesn’t, delete it.

It’s an ongoing process I know, I only need look as far as my wardrobe for proof that while I’m pretty good at decluttering, I’m not great at stopping it build up again. It’s a cycle, a rinse and repeat that I could avoid if I were more mindful as I went along, something I’m hoping I will apply digitally moving forward too and, looking at this blog and the types of posts I’ve published over the past few years I think I’ve got the hang of…

As ever though, time will tell. I may well be posting about this topic again (again) in a few years time.