Today felt like any other day. The normal slog. Until, that is, I sat on my train home and flicked through my Facebook feed on my phone. Someone shared a photo of themselves at graduation a year ago today... at my graduation... a year ago?!
Financially we're okay from one month to the next. Except there's a list of things that need doing to the house as long as your arm. One by one we'll sort them out. When we do however, two more things appear on the list. Then there are the unexpected big expenses - for example three weeks before Christmas when the fridge freezer broke.
Some people obsess about their weekends. They jealously guard their time, refusing to make plans or commit anything to the diary because they're so focussed on their desire to chill and take it easy.
"What would Richard Branson change if he was the head teacher in this school?" This is a question I asked recently at a Facework employability train...
I worked really hard at that law firm, along with everybody else, and just scheduling in normal holidays could be challenging enough. Just before I got married and started a family, I left my law firm and moved into the public sector. While working life there was slower and gentler, long periods working from home in Italy definitely weren't on the cards.
It's so easy to get consumed by things, stuff, and living in your head. This results in a missing out on the moment to moment experience of life. We can find ourselves clinging to thoughts, both good and bad. Being on autopilot, at home and at work, not stopping to take in the moments results in less ease.
The Busy, busy, busy frantic talk is so draining not just for the person saying it but for the people that have to listen to it. I think we all need to look at what we are doing and what we are doing it for?
By definition, success is accomplishing an aim or purpose. Success is subjective: to one it is working on Wall Street while to another it's efficientl...
Anxiety out of work has bred anxiety in work. My crippling self-awareness of said anxiety in work and out of work has made me anxious to not be visibly anxious therefore ruining my entire life and giving me horrible, tough stomach butterflies in the process.
There is a lot written about mental health in the workplace and a lot of ideas on how to protect and support employees fly around. And yet many organisations still do not act - are they confused by where to start, shackled by the stigma that still surrounds mental health, or have simply failed to understand the imperatives?
I literally look down all the time. We have become a look down generation, void of eye contact and passing conversation. I can't walk to or from the station/office/shop/pub without checking my notifications which then spark an urgency to respond and engage. I'm dismissive of, and frustrated by strangers. I'm grumpy and permanently tired.
We've reached a stage where being busy has become a goal. To say that 'I'm busier than you are' means 'I'm more important, my time is more valuable'. It's a new status we shoot for, a goal that shows us that we're on the right track, the barometer by which we judge our impending success.
Whilst I am an advocate of living a healthy lifestyle and training your body for agility, strength and movement; I am not however living in an obsessive vault where I am defined by what the aesthetic now is for what people have pre conceived as the perfect body type.
I come out of the meeting and feel overwhelmed with emotion, armed with a pack of redundancy docs, now known as 'the white envelope of doom'. My face is puffy from all the crying and the fact my HR colleague has been plying me with cheap kitchen roll. Word of advice to any HR advisors- invest in Kleenex.
Like most women I know, and almost every mother in the universe, I am one of life's planners. No major life event has taken place without an epic 'to do' list and multi-tabbed financial spreadsheet.
I haven't written for ages. I've written almost nothing this year, apart from work-related items and to-do lists. It's not so much that I gave up writing for Lent as that writing gave up on me... there's been so much going on that I have struggled to find the words to quantify it all.