Resigned to happiness.

I’m sitting looking out onto the rice fields of Bali and it’s really one the prettiest of views I think that my eyes have ever had the pleasure to enjoy and I’m wondering how I got here? Not literally. I mean I took a taxi, then a plane, then a taxi, then another taxi, then a motorbike along a palm tree lined track to the most magical home-from-home. That I know. But, how did I come to be able to take a month, one whole month (well 34 days to be precise and for those aware of my visa dilemmas!) in this beautiful, magical even, place? Continue reading Resigned to happiness.

Face Everything And Rise…

When the urge to write comes over me, it’s totally non-negotiable, I simply must write. And that very urge struck again this week, so here I am writing another blog post on a blog I’d thought had maybe had its last entry; existing online only as a moment-in-time. A small part of my online footprint collecting virtual dust, being revisited occasional by me, and only me. Or, existing only until I forget to renew the domain name and it disappears into the t’internet black hole for ever and ever… But, perhaps it’s not quite ready to start collecting dust just yet. Continue reading Face Everything And Rise…

Take it to the bridge…

Return of the (amateur) blogger. It’s been that long since I blogged that I forgot my password for wordpress. Always the pro. Mind you, blogging aside, I’ll typically go through at least 3 password resets in an average week – my attempts to be security conscious and avoid a 1 password fits all approach doesn’t bode well for my time management. I regularly spend the first two minutes on a website swearing and then trying to find the ‘password reset’ button. So, why the hiatus? What can I say, business has just been so busy, I’ve just not had a minute to document my thoughts. Kidding. The real reason for the hiatus was more world travel. Hey, someone’s got to do it. No weddings this time, but I’ve calculated 40,000 miles and 14 flight in less than 10 weeks. Never mind this ‘Like a boss’ lark, maybe I should start a travel blog. Or a blog comparing the amenity kits on various airlines running long-haul flight because quite frankly I have continued to identify this as an area for notable improvement. What a winner of a blog that would be. I can feel the awards now. Ahem…

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What do you do?

I’ve just returned from three weeks in the homeland for a wee bit of a wedding extravaganza. It was lovely. Weddings are so great. And, despite being in Scotland, the sun shone for every single wedding. Which, considering they were three Saturdays in a row, might be some kind of Scottish record right there. The trip was my first official leave since becoming self-employed. How nice of the boss to let me take annual leave before I had accrued it. She’s such a gem. I needed it though and while I’d like to say the Scottish Vitamin D intake has left me refreshed, energised and ready to get back into it, I actually write this from under my duvet (doona) with a hot water bottle at my toes and a lemsip by my side. Continue reading What do you do?

Like a boss. Three months in.

This week marks the eleventh week since I left my job at the bank. I’m pretty sure I told someone this week it had been seven weeks so that gives you an indication of my awareness of time so far. I actually just had to count it again on my iPhone calendar because I thought it must be wrong but the calendar does not lie, it has indeed been 11 weeks. Which means that next week will mark three months. THREE MONTHS?! Where did the time go? In corporate world speak that’s one full business quarter and a lot can happen in a business quarter. Here at Studio 1 Interiors we’d be inclined to agree. And by “we’d” I mean “I’. Reflecting on the initial start-up period over the past few weeks I’ve compared it to the first three months of any new job. We all know that new job feeling. It can all feel a bit scary. You’re out of your comfort zone. You’re asking lots of questions. You’re getting to know people. You’re trying to impress. You’re taking on a significant amount of new information. You’re doing things you’ve never done before. You’re making mistakes in order to learn a different way to do things. You have days when you feel like you didn’t do anything right and you have others where you feel like you’re starting to get the hang of it, you get a spring in your step and you feel a little chuffed with yourself. How great are those days! In the past 11 weeks I’ve experienced all of those things and amongst all of it, my new boss also doesn’t mind if I sometimes rock up to my desk wearing my pyjamas so that’s pretty cool too.

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Scared to go back, scared to go forward.

When I started this blog a question I was often asked was “how often are you going to blog?” The answer (with confidence) was always “every week”. Somewhat ambitious? Perhaps, but I gave it a pretty good run and as we find ourselves two weeks into April I’ve been trying my best not to give myself a hard time for this slip in regularity. What can I say, I had other stuff going on, my 33rd year started busy and I just didn’t get my blog on. But, as all good bloggers know you can’t rush a good blog post, the fingers and keyboard can only do their thing when the time is right. I’ve actually no idea whether that’s a ‘thing’ “all good bloggers know” I’m just attempting to sound like a blogger-pro to lessen the impact of the two week interlude in my blogging. However, I like to think said interlude has reinvigorated the audience desire to read what’s been happening so let’s get stuck in…

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Make everyday your Birthday.

Well Hello April. You seem to come around faster every year. Does that make me sound old? Speaking of being old, this week I celebrated my Birthday, as I do every year, on April Fools Day. No joke. Now some people LOVE a birthday. Their special day becomes a birthday week or birthday month even, and if you don’t know it’s their birthday then you pretty much must’ve been hiding under a rock because, friend, IT’S THEIR BIRTHDAY! Others, not so much. They prefer to keep them on the QT. The fear of cake, candles, gifts and the accompanying off-key singing and attention breaks them out in a cold sweat. We’re all different. But, we all have a birthday. Continue reading Make everyday your Birthday.

The art of receiving.

When you decide to start up your own business, as I have done, with a big “leap of faith” and relatively little in the way of planning (or funds) it’s likely you’re going to need a little help along the way. And it has to be said, so far in this journey, people have been really rather amazing. I mean, I always knew people were rather special, but in the last few weeks, I’ve been so humbled by just how lovely people are and by how many people want to help and see me succeed. And that help has come in many different forms, whether it’s been to shout me a coffee or lunch or dinner, or refer me to an awesome contact or to give me time in a busy diary to listen and answer questions or to refer a client (or to be a client!) or to send me a link to something which might help or simply to check-in and ask how things are going or to tell me I’m doing a great job or to say that I’m inspiring them, or…wait for this one, it’s a biggie…to offer to build my website for FREE,  all of these things have mattered & meant so much in what has been a surprisingly busy and eye opening couple of weeks.

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Time to listen to your inner child…

This week I’ve yet again been blown away by more lovely people saying more lovely things about my blog. Some commented that it stuck a chord with them or that they could relate to a feeling I’d described. A few people also commented on how much they enjoyed my writing style. It all surprised me, but especially the latter, because for as long as I can remember I’ve been telling the story in my head that I can’t write, let alone have a writing style that someone might actually enjoy and get something from. True, punctuation and spelling have never really been up there with my bestest skills. I even remember one of my High School English teachers asking me to sit a test to check a few things (probably contributing to the “I can’t write” inner chatter) but as I’ve said in earlier posts, and I’m sure I’ll say again, just because it’s something you’ve been telling yourself for years…and years…and, um, years…doesn’t mean it’s the truth. Fear, my friends, is a liar. Maybe I’ve got something to share that people actually want to read. Punctuation and spelling errors n’all.

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