February 3rd, 2020

speaker, consultant, coach

Office life

Good morning.

I missed the 5 am call: it was quite deliberate.

Sorry, but sometimes we need to mix things up.

How was your weekend?

Mine: it came and went like all the rest. I pretty much did what I expected, and here I am again — for the nth time — suited and booted and ready for another week of excitement — yee-haw!

My wife and I had a few minutes together before she dropped me off at work. We hadn't talked at all for the balance of the journey and, instead, had Sam Smith playing whilst daughter #3 and her friend sat in the back seats saying...nothing, which is par for the course. You gotta love teenagers. 

My message: "One day, Alli, we won't be doing this."

"Yes, it's boring."

I didn't respond.

But neither of us can see a way out at the moment; if we have to wait until our State Retirement age, we'll be doing this for another 15 or 16 years. That doesn't sound like long but when you've been shackled to the wheel for 30 + years, it feels like a lifetime.

No complaints, though. 

I'm here.

I'm awake.

And life flows.

I mean, the fact that I can type these words, listen to Fairport Convention and zone out from the usual weekend chatter, is a blessing. Sorry, I know that sounds terribly selfish, but the more I can keep myself to myself the better.

What's on today/this week?

Do share.

Love to you all.



Photo by Ali Yahya on Unsplash

My tweets

speaker, consultant, coach

Shadow lives

We rarely, if ever, open up and share our darkest hour.

Perhaps we shouldn't.

There's part of us that needs a space to be and nothing else.

But, too much of the language I now see is written in mellifluous prose. 

Sorry, life's not like that. 

Sometimes it's real fuc*ing dark, really painful and we need to escape the torpor of our souls.

I've been there. I've not spoken about suicide but too often my judgment has been clouded to the point where I think the best escape is not to be here. Thankfully, and for reasons I don't know why, I come through my darkest hour, and I'm here to tell the tale. Lucky me, eh.

Some peope (and families) aren't so lucky.

I don't know what I'm trying to say other than that life is every bit of us and not just the things we think people want to hear.

Much love, Ju.

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