There’s been an awful lot going on in my world of late – I moved apartments. Actually, that’s pretty much it but it seemed to take some much time and energy, even though we were only moving 30 mins away to East London (New apartment, in a marina, next to the Thames – not to blow my own trumpet but we did really well – it’s so pretty and I love it!).
As a result of this move however, we are now on a budget. I hate that word. It never ends well. There’s never anything good about a budget.
Are you at the Jubilee? I live about 20m from the Thames in London but I’m actually spending this rainy afternoon in our flat, writing, playing, and watching it all unfold on the BBC.
Why am I asking you about the Jubilee? Because people asked me. And, I have to be honest, I felt a bit bad when I said I wouldn’t be having a garden party (I don’t have a garden) or getting up at 6am to camp out on the Thames to see the Queen.
It made me feel a bit guilty, a bit unpatriotic, a bit like a bad person. Continue reading →
Have you ever asked yourself, ‘What is the right question’? or ‘How do I know what’s right?’.
I have been asking myself that a lot over the past few weeks.
In the past month I’ve decided to leave my job, then decided to stay with my job but have applied for promotion (more money, flexible hours = less worry financially and more time to ‘play’ with yoga, hypnotherapy and counselling), and found somewhere new to live which has added another third on to our monthly bills (it’s really pretty though!).
I was left reeling somewhat, thinking, what the hell do I want? I’m meant to be focused yet, from the outside it looks like I’m jumping around all over the place!
I realised that in order to answer this question, I have to ask the right one first. Continue reading →
Have you ever been told you’ve got so much potential? Maybe you haven’t – if so, I’m sorry.
Most people have been told at some point or another that they have ‘so much potential’. Sometimes it’s said in a positive way, but sometimes it’s more along the lines of, ‘you’ve got so much potential but you’re not using it’.
I sat down last night and thought about all the things that the people who come to this site stress about the most, since that’s what this site is all about – helping stressed people get de-stressed, gain clarity and focus so they can feel confident moving forward.
Those ‘people’ are you. So I’m writing this post just for you, because I know if you’re here, it’s because at some point recently you’ve felt stuck and frustrated. You maybe don’t even know where you want to go, and even if you did, you wouldn’t know how to get there anyway, so what’s the point?
Are you happy? Are you wake-up-in-the-morning-smiling-about-how-good-your-life-is happy?
Ever get that feeling of sheer panic come over you and not really understand at what point it all got so stressful?
As many of you know, last year I moved home to England after eight months in Italy, quit the family business (and my inheritance in the process) and moved to London to start work in the City, managing a small team of (now) lovely people.
So I got a job I thought I’d quite like, turning around an under performing team and making it a success. That was July.
I wrote a list once of the stuff I needed to get done in a day…it scared me quite a lot.
I have no doubt at all that if you’re reading this now, you’ve managed to squeeze in 5 mins between doing the washing, cooking dinner, writing a report and going to the gym.
Not easy is it? If you live with someone else too (as many do who live in the city), it becomes even harder to find time to do what you need to because there’s always someone getting in your way. Even if they’re great and you get on with them, it’s rare to find someone who isn’t ever going to talk to you – and I doubt you’d want that either.
So, you work all the hours you can, then eventually collaspe in a heap at the end of the day to try and get some sleep. By that time you’re either so wired there’s not a chance in hell you’re sleeping for at least another two hours, so on goes the TV, or you crash and burn ready for a few hours of fitful sleep before the alarm goes off. Continue reading →