Happy Gilmore imagined it as his girlfriend in lingerie with jugs of beer, surrounded by a midget cowboy on a tricycle and his grandma.

Whilst this is most likely not the dream for everyone, we do all have a happy place. A spot we go to that is uniquely ours to take refuge or time away from the world. It may be a secret park or the beach. A cliff face or perhaps it is a paddock. It may even be your rooftop.

It is the place you go to when you need to sort shit out. When you are in your happy place, no-one else matters. It is all about you and solving your problems. It is quiet, serene and calming. Chances are, no-one even knows where you are.

Sitting here writing now, I am surrounded by people bludging off work and chatting. Music blaring and people on their desk phones talking like the phone doesn’t exist. Our lives are cluttered with noise. Tangible and not. And it is this noise that so often stops us from making clear decisions. I have found recently that I have had some tough decisions to make. And finding mental space to tackle them isn’t easy.

So I take myself to my happy place and clear my mind. It is only then that I feel like I am in the right headspace to take back control of my life and rechart my direction.