February 4th, 2020

speaker, coach, consultant

Good morning

I made the cut; it's 5.16 am.

The coffee is poured and I've got a little bottle of water to drink. Due to the central heating mistakenly being left on all night(!), I'm parched and I've got the makings of a thumping headache 😒. Never mind, the day has started, and I'm here. 

One more day...to do my thing ❤️.

Sorry if my opening sounds a little wet, but I don't know how else to express my gratitude for the little things in life that are, in essence, all of life. Sure, we might have some crazy-big plan(s) swimming around in the oceanic abyss of our subconscious, but it's the day-to-day actions that bring everything to life.

Today..., well that will pass into history like all the rest of my Mondays. I did my thing and not much else. That's not quite true: I did catch up with all my children (I message them every day, even if we do not actually speak); I had a great conversation with a friend of mine who is a leading light in the human resources space; and just before I buried my head in the pillow — I was trying to drown out the sound of the rain — I managed to repaint a little painting that had languished on my desk. It now looks much more like a Rothko but I didn't design it that way, it's just the way it came out. I might share an image or two once it's dried properly.

Work right now is very quiet. In the past, I might have worried if I'll still have a job in six months, but that hasn't even occurred to me this time around. 

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