We actually ventured out this day!
First we slept in, of course. 😴 Then, we were greeted with a beautiful morning.
Then, we wandered to the nearest beach, which was Crackington Beach. We got there at low tide, and stayed all day. It’s a lovely little cove.
(more…)You go on vacation for different reasons, so you have different kinds of vacation.
Sometimes you need some excitement, something to shake things up a bit.
Sometimes you need to do some personal development, so you go to a retreat or a week-long seminar or something.
Sometimes you need a rest.
That was us this time. We mostly needed a rest.
So, our first full day in Cornwall was spent lazing about the cottage. It was a rainy day, so this worked out well for a do-nothing day.
I read, watched some tv; I don’t fully remember. We just chilled.
It went pretty in the evening, so we decided to wander down the path towards the sea and see what there was to see.
Wheee! The day has finally arrived for our trip to Cornwall! 🥳 It’s been far too long since we were there.
I went for my usual morning walk (here at home) first. The day dawned a misty, foggy, drab day.
A long, long time ago we made our first trip to Edinburgh. It was a flying visit, less than a day. We went to visit our friends from New Zealand (see previous post) once more as they toured the UK. It was our first overnight trip since Covid began!
We set off that Tuesday evening after finishing work & dinner. We got to see a lovely sunset on our way north!
We also got to see this sign (Welcome to Scotland) we haven’t seen in far too long about 9pm that night. Woohoo!
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On Sunday 16 April 2023, we visited York to meet up with some friends of ours – two from New Zealand and one from London. They were visiting the National Railway Museum in York, so we tagged along to spend time with them.
(more…)I’m in the midst of changing my business model, which necessitates lots of internal work. Identifying, facing, and releasing the demons and self-limiting beliefs that we all manage to accrue is hard but necessary work in order to muster the courage to show up authentically. There’s also the work involved in identifying what is authentic for you, after decades of being socialised to fit in.
Along the way, I started noticing some of my self-sabotaging behaviours and digging down to find their roots. We all have these, of course; they’re there to keep us safe. Whenever we try to play bigger, dare to grow, work to be different than we’ve ever been before, self-sabotaging behaviours are what we end up doing automatically without thought as our mind’s way of keeping us small and unchanged, which keeps us safe.
Today I was pondering a particular set of dysfunctional behaviours that I witnessed and absorbed during childhood (like all the best dysfunction), which was reinforced during my young adulthood. I’m incredibly lucky and grateful to no longer have this particular knife dangling above my head, but I’ve still worried about it, quite viscerally at times, regardless. Sometimes I feel a bit like “Life’s good now, but just wait until something happens and the other shoe drops. It will happen. It’s only a matter of time.”
It hit me today: The root of some of my self-sabotaging behaviour is my reptilian brain’s idea that by doing these things, that other shoe will drop, the pain and suffering will come, and I can go back to the world I know so well instead of this kinder, gentler world I find myself in now, which seems so alien. It’s a nice world, to be clear, but still strange and unsettling.
I’m grateful to have had this realisation the easy way and not the hard way. Now the quest shifts to working this kinder, gentler world into my reptilian brain’s model of reality, so that I can accept it and just enjoy it.
Hello again! How was your summer? I hope you spent some time with your loved ones.
It’s been full-on here, as ever. I’m doing multiple courses right now and still building my business. The work never ends, but it is work on my terms that I enjoy, so it’s worth it.
At the beginning of August, my Uncle Eric passed away. I wasn’t close to him, so the amount of processing I needed to do really threw me for a loop. There were many aspects to that processing, but the biggest was realizing just how different my family is now from the one I came of age with.
There were 13 of us who lived within a mile of each other and gathered frequently all through my high school years: my grandmother, my parents, two pairs of aunts and uncles, one brother, four cousins, and me. We had family birthday dinners together regularly in those days, and got together randomly at other times, as well. We were fairly close-knit in those years, but we cousins have scattered to the four winds now and grown apart. I guess it’s a natural part of life.
(more…)Hello again! Happy June! It started off so warm and sunny, but has now gone quite cold and dreary. But on Tuesday, it was sunny, so we meandered around Burbage Edge, here in the Peak District. I’d never been before, so it was nice to walk somewhere new. Also somewhere quite peaceful, with very few people. Quite chilly, though – we both wore our fleeces on this walk, zipped up, until the very end. Craziness.
I’ve been doing quite a bit of soul searching this month on where I want my business to go and how to best get there. I’ve added a member to the team, and I’ve signed up for another training course (which will be on top of the main one I’m doing still). I have an idea, and hopefully the new course will help me flesh out a proper plan in its first few weeks. It begins on the 7th of July.
(more…)It’s been quite some time since I kept a blog, and now I’m starting two. We’ll see how this goes!
I aim to blog about all things business over at my business blog, and I realise that once I turn on the tap of writing again, I will also have non-business things I’ll want to share, so I’m setting up this space for those.
A few random factoids about me:
I live near the Peak District, England, UK, with my husband Chris.
That’s a photo of us at Lizard Point, Cornwall (the most southerly point on this island). We both really love Cornwall.
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