Live it, Love it, Feel it....

So,

Fi and I are in the North, cooped up in a hotel, readying ourselves for a hectic week ahead. Fi doesn't get home (via various stops) until Weds night and I'm home Thursday night. It's cool we've managed to get meetings not to far from each other tomorrow so we can hang out tonight before heading off in opposite directions for a few days of living out of our wheeled cases. Ooh the glamour!

And this is where I've realised I have to be right now. My phone voice is laughable, sitting at home firing out emails isn't really the game, so travelling to all corners of the country is where the new business is at methinks. Next week is different, I'll be out of Bristol a few days but I'm making the journeys in Marge and coming home every evening. Marge ain't really a motorway car, she demonstrated this today. I've not used the inside lane really in 20 years of driving, but we made our aquaintance regularly today. 

So, all sorts of new things happening. New opportunities, new (rather large, much cheaper and very uncool) car, new outlook, new new new. It's all a little intense if I'm honest. I feel like I'm hanging onto the coat tails of my own hype. There's clearly a whole load of people who think highly of me, think I might have a philosophy that we can share and work with and are interested in being part of my new, rather vulnerable self. My problem is managing to facilitate and service every need with the focus and attention they each deserve. I'm used to delegating, I'm a great delegator. Some would say too good, to the point of not actually doing anything myself, some know better mind. With no delegatory reporting line, I'm having to service everything myself and this requires a disciplined, structured working methodology, something I've done less and less over the years as the number of competent people around me had grown. All change, so how do I make sure my brain is in shape to make these changes with some degree of credibility?

Well, not hanging out in Lakota until 6am would be a start. I joke, but eating the right food, moderating my diet (I actually sat in a cafe the other day and ate museili and yoghurt), reading all sorts of books (I have 4 on the go at the minute) and making myself realise that I have no choice but to be totally on my game because the clock is ticking on rent, loans, bills, babies and whatever else is earmarked to munch it's way through my overdraft in the next few weeks. And it's that 'Survival Mode' energy that I think is pushing me like this. It's distracting me from the pain and embarassment I'm still experiencing from my foot & mouth disease. New business meetings in Espadrilles is pretty random, but it seems to be fine. "Please excuse the footwear, I simply can't put anything else on my rogue little toe" is a plausible enough introduction apparently! Scars work a treat too. "It was a hammerhead" has drawn a few smiles. 

What I'm saying is that with all the dark days of last year put to bed, I'm starting to think with a lot more clarity and this is manifesting in a mind full of ideas. Harnessing those ideas and maturing them into some sort of career may well be one of my finest and most defining achievements if I can pull it off. And, with a little good will and my Karma sponge dropping some magic water I think I'm going to just about be able to pull it all together and feed this little family of mine. Surely I'm due a little rub of the green, if not me then you should see those cute little faces on the scan, it's already obvious their mothers genes have dominated, lucky little blighters appear to have avoided the infamous O'Neill nose!

Remember, these could be the best days of our lives. Monday opens the door to a wonderment of opportunity, live it, love it, feel it....

One Love

Jez

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