Obviously, I spend a huge amount of time talking with people. Often that’s in coaching sessions but I also interview candidates for jobs, run workshops and collaborate with other coaches and leaders across a bunch of organisations and industries. My conversations can tend to go deep, fast (who wants to talk about the weather, anyway?!?). […]
This week I had scheduled a flying visit to Sydney. Early flight in and late flight out, all in one day. I enjoy flying somewhere unfamiliar on a weekday because I sort of get to be a fly on the wall of other people’s lives. No one knows me, and I’m usually at the mercy of public transport so there’s nothing to do but watch people go about their daily lives.
Sydney, compared to where I’m from, is a completely different kettle of fish. My hometown houses around 400,000 people whereas Sydney is jam-packed full of almost 5.5 million. That means a whole lot more hustle and bustle and this small town girl feels like she’s five years old on a University campus.
Yesterday, I was feeling a bit off kilter. We woke up, thrown from sleep into parenting life rather abruptly. Parents out there will know the feeling, when you’re lying in bed, listening to the dulcet tones of scrapping children and wondering how close they are to clawing each others eyes out. Eventually my husband decided that intervention was decidedly necessary and got out of bed to referee and break up the brawl.
I chose a slightly less noisy path and started getting stuck into the household chores to get the day underway. Hubby and I had full days ahead, and fell into routine without needing to communicate. I took Otis (beloved border collie) to the vet and then went on to visit my parents, while Nathan was off to get the kids to sports and go buy some household stuff we needed (he’s aiming to get our lawn better than a bowling green so there’s quite the chemistry happening).
What should have started as a lazy, savour the moment kind of morning had turned into a rushed, task focussed, sprint to sundown.
It’s fair to say the last two weeks have been colossal. In many good ways. But jeez, have there been some challenges along the way!
I have been working my tail off the past few months getting my new course Upsize My Happiness together (she’s a doozy but we’ll get into that another day). But the fun really started about three days out from my launch date when I received a text from my bank advising there had been suspicious activity on my credit card and to give them a call. I immediately jumped on the phone and the kind lady explained that in essence it would take around 10 days for everything to be sorted and for me to have a new credit card. This wouldn’t normally have been a problem, apart from the fact that most online advertising avenues require credit cards for payment. Shoot!
