March 17th, 2020

speaker, consultant, coach

Stay safe

“All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.”
Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

Good morning from a grey, slightly damp Devon.

I woke up at 5 am — on the dot — but didn't swing my legs over the bed and wander downstairs to the kitchen (where I'm writing this post) until 5.30 am.

Overnight, due to the changing Government advice, I sent my Boss a text seeking his permission to work from home. He agreed. I'm glad, because my youngest daughter who's had a cold for a few days, has this morning woken up with a dry cough. I don't know if she's got the virus but we've decided it's best she stays off College — at least for the next seven if not fourteen days.

I'll be honest, I've been pushing for working from home (WFH) for a long time but it's been a losing battle. Don't ask me why, but I knew my day would come but not, of course, in these dire and deeply troubling times. For me, it's no big deal but it is for a company who has never experimented with let alone considered WFH. Like a lot of people are saying online, I hope — no, I really hope — that this marks a sea change in their thinking. I mean, I've already done an hour's worth of work even before writing this post and caught up with the news etc. (What a clever boy, Ju — it's just work you eejit.)

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Home is...

..where I'm working today.

It's warm, quiet and a perfect environment in which to read dense, legal texts.

I'm lucky. I know that. If this was 2010 when I first set out on the self-employed road, right now, I'd be up sh*t creek.

Sorry, that sounds slightly gloating. I don't mean it that way; I'm simply pointing to the fact that I've still (for now) got my head above water.

I'm desperately trying to wean myself off Twitter, the Guardian and LinkedIn. I mean, I know there's probably nothing else worth commenting on than the nasty, nasty pandemic, but in trying to stay sane, absorbing too much of the gloom-sprayers' death-dealing prognosis, isn't good for my soul.

To my mind, and I've said it many times before, we can learn a lot from nature. I mean, just look at it now. Spring has emerged discreetly and we're all blessed by a few warm days, flowers showering us with love and excited birds all trying to get a march on their nearest rival. In short, it goes on — it has no choice — and I'm quite sure we're all doing that right now. Yes, it's nice or in some cases essential to know minute by minute the latest government advice, but I'm confident that our reptilian brain will be in high gear and we'll be taking all necessary steps to (hopefully) stay out of harm's way.

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