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The first time I visited a beach, so I'm told, I was a baby and I hated it. The feeling of the sand on my hands caused huge discomfort. I cried. It wasn't the way 'land' was supposed to feel. In my 30's my good boss told me to stop catastrophising. I would use this technique to keep my team in check. I'd take things they'd do out of context and ask them to image the question in a disciplinary, technically making mountains out of molehills, without the mountain. A subtle reminder to behave, and it was effective. The same boss also told me that I have a tendency to make things, black and white; good or bad and that the world is actually 95% grey; uncertain. I don't do brilliantly with sarcasm. Which is ironic, although I am trying my hardest to be less. In High School, my (shit*) Chemistry teacher joked that I only needed to turn up for one of the GCSE exams. So I did. I still managed to get a D, but I should have been at both. (*he probably wasn...