I’ve been a bit quiet on the blogging front. To be honest, I thought I’d given it all I had but it turns out there’s more.  The good old ship of life just keeps on giving!  Thank god for that!

You may remember my last post was about procrastination!  Jesus!  Thank the lord that passage of time is over.  I really, REALLY got on my own nerves during that little stint.

Let me tell you what that was all about.

One of my long term life goals is to train to be a Personal Development Coach.  It wasn’t for now, it was for 5 years down the line.  A great big delicious dream if you like.  The bringing together of all my passions in one.

I’ve always said that I’d have a Coach every day of my life if I could afford it so you can see why it was on the list.

You won’t be surprised to hear that the 13 year old asked ‘when were you thinking of doing that then’?   I’ll leave it to your imagination, but The Kid is still struggling with the whole midlife thing and I’m sick of telling her that this is only just the start.  That I’m coming for the world.

I could have taken that comment as a potential ‘hey midlife mama, don’t you go waiting on yourself, you embrace everything like the go get it woman that you are’.  She didn’t mean that though.  All she can see is care homes.  So bloody short-sighted this Gen Z lot.

Anyway, heads down in our jobs, we’d booked the 3 yearly expensive family holiday massive. I had the usual sleepless nights over the cost and we drew in our respective family horns to honour my dark circles.  And then we started to practice our American accents.   

We continued life as the family going on an extravagant holiday and on New Year’s Eve, a Facebook ad dropped in about a FREE two day taster session for coaching.  Now I’m either the only person to read things like this on New Year’s Eve or someone has a smoking hot marketing strategy.  

Alright, I thought. I’ll have some of this. What a perfect opportunity to see if I do want to pursue it. And we all love a bit of free don’t we.  Especially while we are practicing our American accents.

This is probably starting to sound like one of those emails that tell you how to achieve your dream life. It isn’t.  If you read on, you will NOT find the secret for a 6 figure income (sorry).  Wrong Blog!  But, for those of you that have followed this blog over the years, you will know that all I can offer is a good dose of reality and a burning desire to tell it like it is.

So! Back to the Coaching! 

I loved it. After two days I was full of it. It had reignited my passion for training and personal development. But I didn’t want to do it in five years. I wanted in now!   Of course I did!   I tried my hardest to be cynical, I desperately wanted to find that it was all a marketing ploy – but it wasn’t.

There was no way it could happen though.  Terrible timing, too expensive, extravagant, fanciful – all the usual excuses. 

Then after 23567 32 days of ‘procrast’, I signed up.  Boy did that feel good.  And I haven’t looked back.  I am a quarter of the way through and have had the pleasure of working with lots of lovely clients with many more to come.  I’m not earning a single penny from it but that isn’t what this is about.  I’m training and this is all about the challenge and learning for me and really getting stuck in.  The rest will follow.  There is no rush. 

And I haven’t regretted it for a minute. It is quite simply one of the best decisions I have made in my life.  On so many levels.

And then I got made redundant.

Please know that it’s OK to laugh!  I did.  I totally cried like a baby when I found out though.  And then I got a grip.

I did make a right old mess up of my public persona on the Central Line but do you know what?  The VERY first thing that popped into my head was ‘THANK GOD, THANK BLOODY GOD THAT I BOOKED THAT COURSE’, and furthermore, ‘THANK THE WHOLE WORLD’ and ‘THANK THE UNIVERSE THAT WE BOOKED THE BLOW OUT HOLIDAY’ because the memories that we make on this holiday are at the core of what makes the hearts of our little family sing.  With or without the dark circles.

Rest assured that nothing dramatic took place on the Central Line.  I maintained a Stiff Upper Lip whilst learning that standard issue workplace blue kitchen roll is never going to do the work of a big fat Kleenex.  Always learning me!  And I even got a seat! 

But what a time to be alive.  What a time to be made redundant.  I have access to a coach every day – I am living the dream (see above). 

You see the thing is, we all want that crystal ball to reassure us that we are doing the right thing don’t we, yet if we are totally honest, we don’t really – do we?   It would scare the bejesus out of us.

And although redundancy news can give us a touch of the ‘Arthur Fowler’s’ and make us want to hide in the metaphorical shed, it’s also a fantastic opportunity to ‘live the dream’.  I’ve always said that I’d have a coach every day of my life if I could.  And I can – if I want.  Job done. 

I adore working!  Absolutely love it but that doesn’t mean that I’ll take the first thing that comes up just to put me back to where I was. Absolutely not. Everyone is after their dream job and I shall politely await the one with my name on it.

Of course it’s always easier to find a job when you are in a job but realistically – how often does that happen? We rarely take advantage of opportunities in this way and the ‘comfy slippers’ approach inevitably leads to the decision being made for us in one way, shape or form.  The ‘protective Cardi’ around the shoulders often keeps the world out but it leaves us on the back foot with a bit of grass growing around our slippers when it comes to crunch time.

So, the thing that this has taught me is that life sucks the hardest thing was in making the decision. All those ‘what if’s’ – they are the toughest times. Because all my worst case scenarios have come true here. I’m in my worst case scenario. We’re going on the trip of our lives and I signed up for the course.  And then I got made redundant.  And I’ve never been poorer happier.

Yet the feeling I have is nowhere near as terrifying as it was when taking the plunge. Because I would NEVER have done any of these things if I’d seen the redundancy coming. And do you know what – I’m so glad that I didn’t see it. Because it would have crushed those dreams I had forever. There would never have been another ‘perfect’ time. And right now, even though there’s a few tweaks needed, I am so very glad that I made the choice that I did.  And the American accent is on fire!!!!!

So what I have I learnt?

Sod all really!! Loads!

First and foremost, my forensic examination of the procrastination model over a period of eleventy billion several days, has shown sufficient evidence to inform me that, quite frankly, I won’t get that time back. Further studies show that the model is well and truly bloody flawed.

Because we are generally all doing our best aren’t we folks. It’s a very noisy world and challenges pop up all the time.  No one is any better or worse off than anyone else when it comes down to it.  However it looks.  We are all living the same life and we are all entitled to roll over when we get a knock and spend some time in the poor me zone.  Why not! 

We all need a bit of that and if howling like a banshee helps to get the Ikea meatballs down with a good glass of wine to make room for 10 bars of chocolate sideways, then that you must do.  Get a bath, facemask and candles involved too.  Eat the chocolate first though.  And be as indulgent as you wish.  For as long as you desire.  And then you’ll be straight back up and at it at the first opportunity.

And in case you are wondering what made me sign–up? ………… I knew there would never be another ideal time in my career to do it.   I’d say that’s a sign that the good old Cosmic Jukebox paid out in gold on this one.

No ‘Secret’ – just a good dollop of kerching!

Thanks for reading.

Until next time!

Nicky x

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