I’m going to give you a heads up from the start that this post went a little off-piste from where I thought it was going to go. I could have subtitled it “How to survive in a room full of strangers”, but practicing scary shiz is all part of investing in yourself so I’m sticking with it!
I’m having a bit of a wobble this week.
Have you ever had those weeks where you wonder what you’re doing? Are you on the right path? Should you be doing something else? Should you be making more money? Should you be spending more time at home and less at work? Is all that stress worth it? Is there a better way you can’t see?
I am sat in Starbucks. I fucking hate Starbucks. Not just for the whole tax avoidance stuff, but for the horrific over priced snacks and the fact it takes 20mins for them to make a coffee. It’s literally all they do. And it takes forever. Read more “Some days are just a bit shit: A Year of Life Lessons – Week 36”
I truly believe you can always learn something from anyone. We all have different life experiences and perspectives to share and whether you agree with other people’s opinions or not is kind of irrelevant. Learning from someone is not the same as taking their advice.
A while back I saw a meme somewhere online which said something like: “I wish I hadn’t gone to that yoga class”… said no one ever.
When I’m feeling a bit lazy and want to stay at home crocheting instead of going to yoga I think about this meme and it gets me up and out the door almost every time. It’s a reminder of how worthwhile it is when you make the effort.
The word Networking used to make me shudder. Just the thought of having to make awkward conversations with strangers for what seemed like the sake of it. Because that’s what you’re meant to do to get on in the world right?
Wrong! In the past year I’ve slowly begun to change how I think about the word. I listen to a lot of business and entrepreneurial podcasts and these have helped me realise the value of networks. For a start, I no longer think it’s about schmoozing in a cynical way to see what you can get out of people.
I had it in mind to write today’s post about networks and community following my visit to Yarndale this weekend.
I’ve been trying to write it in my head and on the screen off and on al day but I just haven’t been able to crystallise what it is I am trying to say.
What is it you want?
Are you sure that’s it?
Or is that what you wanted 5 years ago?
Do you still want it?
Or are you on autopilot?
Sometimes the answers to that first questions changes without us realising. You wanna keep an eye on those sneaky shifts. They’re the ones which get troublesome.
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I don’t have much of a garden, just a few flower beds, but with what I do have I try to make the most of. Having had my attempts at growing veggies thwarted by slugs and unpredictable British weather, I have turned to fragrant easy to maintain shrubs and lots of bee friendly plants, Lavendar being a favourite.
This weekend I went to see the Frida Kahlo exhibition at London’s stunning Victoria and Albert Museum. On display, along side many of her artworks, was a collection of her belongings including photos, clothing, personal items and medical devices discovered in her family home in 2004 – 50 years after her death.
I’m in a bit of a pickle. A contradiction of sorts. It’s about this word Authenticity.
If you spend any sort of time on social media, you will have seen it scattered all over the joint. I’s the new Avocado on toast. If it were hand made it would have the word Artisan before it. It’s the hipster beard of character traits. The trouble is that 90% of the time I see people talking about their authentic selves, it’s in a context which displays the exact opposite. This makes me want to cry a little because being authentic is also a really fucking important piece in the jigsaw of a happy life.
”I carried a watermelon”.
It’s a phrase which, thanks to the classic film Dirty Dancing (just in case there is anyone out there who didn’t know), has come to be loosely translated as “I said something utterly ridiculous because I could think of nothing better to say”.
That’s how I interpret it anyway. That image of Baby stood in front of Johnny for the first time, desparately wanting to appear cool and failing fairly spectacularly is a formative early teeen lesson in how not to impress someone.
Holidays often end up initiating a period of reflection for me. Not the holiday itself, but the feelings which arise on the return to ‘real life’. You know that sensation you get when you first walk into your home after time away, where everything feels somehow familiar and unfamiliar at the same time? Going back to normality is similar. It takes some time to adjust. Some people call it post holiday blues, but I don’t feel the same negative connotations, more a chance to review and refresh. The break is a way to see your everyday life with fresh eyes and decide if you like what you find.
Around this time last year, the 25th August to be precise, I wrote a post called “No to new”, which was a bit of a spur of the moment decision to go a whole year without buying any new clothes or shoes. I was allowed to make my own clothes (which I did) and buy second hand (which I did) but that was it.
Sometimes we have to make bad decisions. Ones that leave a bitter taste in our mouth. For all the freedom we have, there are those situations where we get caught between a rock and a hard place. Though we may not feel that we have a choice in a decision we need to make, we always have a choice in how we see it through.