Cabin Fever (& books, lots of books)

This week I did something I’ve not done in a very long time. I frequented a library. In fact, to be entirely accurate, not only did a frequent a library, I became a member of a library. Yep, I’m now the proud owner of a library card. I know what you’re thinking, how very eighties. So, why the return to the kingdom of books? Well, working from home is ok, it definitely has its benefits, but I realised I needed a change of scene. I needed to get out of the house, you know, see other humans, interact, speak, that sort of thing. Home has a lot of distractions, most of which reside in the fridge and as much as I love getting my grove on to Spotify, it can get a wee bit lonely. And, I’m not going to lie, I really rather liked the library. Plus, I mean, it’s not just any library, it’s Surry Hills award-winning-architectural-design-library. It’s where the hipsters hang out. It’s a far cry from the mobile library we used to go to when we were kids. Literally a mobile van filled with books which used to rock up at the bottom of our street. Why go to the library when the library can come to you?… I think that’s now called a kindle. Continue reading Cabin Fever (& books, lots of books)

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?

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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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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Funemployment? No, Fun Employed.

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Back to Sydney and another week, another blog post. I wonder… does a second post mean I can officially call myself a blogger? I’ve definitely been rocking the Mac in a cafe look, all like ‘check out me out with my mac in a cafe’ no, wait… more like ‘check out me on my mac, in a hipster cafe, at 2pm in the afternoon, writing my blog post, drinking a hazelnut almond milk chai latte’ Boom. I’m in. Bloggers rejoice.

Someone asked me this week how I was enjoying ”funemployment” – which, if we revert back to my old friend Urban Dictionary –  the font of all knowledge –  is defined as “a happy time in one’s life when one is not employed and is not wanting to be employed”. But, that’s not me. That’s not really where I’m at. I DO want to be employed, very much so in fact. But, what I want, is to be Fun-Employed. Fun ‘Self-Employed’ if we’re being precise. I want to love what I do. It’s as simple as that. I want to wake up in the morning and be inspired to create something fabulous that truly lights me up inside. And the good news? That feeling is 100% achievable. Just this week (in response to blog#1) I’ve had friends confirm that they love what they do. One even commented that my first post had made her even more grateful for doing what she does. Was I green with envy? Not at all. On the contrary, if someone has found their calling – and there are many of them who have – that’s brilliant. Enjoy it. Live it. Own it.

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Feel the fear and do it anyway.

Today marks many firsts for me…

1) First up, I write this from Byron Bay, in a rather lovely leafy spot not far from the beach. Last night, after I’d dropped my bags, I sat on the rocks at said beach and watched the sunset while eating Byron’s ‘best fish & chips’. This morning I took a walk along the same beach,  from one end to the other and it was bliss, even in the rain. This trip, while not my first visit to Byron, does mark my first ever solo holiday. Yep, you heard right, not a Contiki bus in sight.

2) It’s also the first time I’ve not known where my next guaranteed income is coming from because on Friday I said adios corporate world and after the first ever solo holiday I’m off to follow my dreams…but, more on that later.

3) Finally, to this post. My first ever blog post. Notably also written on my first ever MacBook. Which means there’s also a good chance it will also be the longest-time-ever-spend-typing-a-blog-post as I’ve no idea what I’m doing and I keep using shortcuts for windows and then deleting stuff by mistake! However, practice makes perfect so I’ll persevere (Gahd, I spelt persevere wrong and spent the last 5 minutes trying to figure out double click to fix up the spelling). You will however note, I was victorious. WIN. Continue reading Feel the fear and do it anyway.