My adrenals are still pumping. My day has been one of cutting crisis off at the pass, dealing with difficult people and getting nervous about things I may have missed or forgotten. There is now no risk of any significance yet my adrenalin still has me wired. Scared. Anxious.
What am I scared of? What is this anxiety? Why can’t I switch off and enjoy just being happy?
I try to rationalize it away yet something inside of me, something that should not be ignored, says I am not safe. That at any second this magic moment will be shattered by something unpleasant. I want to switch the angst off but maybe this angst is sending me a message I need to pay attention to. So I keep listening for the message. Read More
Somehow, each year I start off with the best intention but as the year continues my life and diary seems to get more and more complicated.
There are the things that I want to do/create/experience, yet at the end of each day or even month I rarely feel closer to those things. Not as much as I would like anyway.
So during the end of the year Christmas break I mentally log where my time went to understand what the hell has been slowing down my progress? Read More
Recognising when to be brave
My favourite scene in a movie is the moment when a key character realises they can be the hero.
When Adrian finally tells Rocky to ‘win!’. When Frances finally commits to the bloody lift in Dirty Dancing. When Dumbo finally realises he doesn’t need the feather! And in The Blindside when Michael finally uses his strength.
These stir emotions in all of us because deep in side we all hope we are made from similar stuff, that when our moment comes, we will be able to step up to the plate. And in doing so we might inspire and serve those we love. We want the exhilaration of doing something brave and hard.
If you are riding a bicycle at full speed and I ask you to go ‘just a little bit faster’, naturally you’d have a crack and peddle harder, right? For a while you would anyway, until you burned out.
Mind you, you could have achieved going ‘just a little bit faster’ with much more ease by getting on a motorbike, in a car or using any powered transport for that matter. That’s always the seduction – we get sucked in to thinking that the bicycle is not a variable.
We think the challenge of going a bit faster fundamentally revolves around the bicycle. We hear “the goal is to go faster; the method is a bicycle.”
Now apply that to the dream house you want to have. Or the medal you want to win. Or any goal you have.
How do I Prove Myself In My Industry?
Recently, after the formalities and speeches at a friends wedding, I was asked by a guy in his late 20’s, how I had established myself in my industry? It’s not uncommon for me to be asked questions like this however on most occasions people don’t listen to how I did it, they listen for things that verify their ideas.
On this occasion I could see in his eyes, he was hoping I wouldn’t brush his question aside with a polite answer. He was looking for me to answer honestly. He had hunger in his eyes. Not blind motivation, hunger. So I told him as straight as I could. I took a deep breath.