Seven months ago today I left my well paid job to start my own business. I didn’t hate the job – far from it – I just felt I should be capable of more. That it no longer challenged me. That I would be letting myself down if I didn’t at least try.
I had always had it in mind that I “should” be running my own business. I assumed some day I would – partly why I didn’t worry too much about pension provisions – but it needed to be the perfect idea; risk free if such a thing exists; and I needed to have the confidence I could deliver. All of these took some time to come together. I am now 48 years old.
I started this blog two or so years ago. It was self help. I needed to get the words out over a major trauma in my life – a failed affair with someone I was very much in love with. It was good therapy at the time. I flailed around trying all sorts of methods to recover, discovering a formula four months on, which included howling at the moon (literally) shouting and screaming to the wind (again literally); a decision to spend more time alone. Six months on, through the advice of a medium (which I don’t believe in!) I made a decision not to date any men for the foreseeable future but to take some time to heal.
All through this trauma, my intuition told me that something was coming . Something big. I knew it was work related. Something perversely made possible by what he had shown me was available for me.
Upon tentatively declaring myself recovered, this time last year everything came together so that I was ready. A conversation with an industry friend; a pledge of support here and there. I knew what to do. I had no fear. I was ready,
Thus began a year of a huge amount of work. My new business was to be in training, launched via a conference.
I had to get a competence in so many new areas, and I literally worked mornings, weekends and evenings – initially around my current full time job then just because I needed to. An old colleague based in Portugal showed up to support me. Now another one has shown up to work with me.
When I look at what I’ve achieved in the last seven months it is unbelievable. Training with some major blue chip companies; very good feedback in the main. A conference which some famous people spoke at.
I started very much considering my health. I joined the gym. Started the 5:2 diet and lost half a stone. Then halfway through May this year I started to work above all else. I should also say I am diabetic.
Since May. I’ve been constantly tired, anxious about my material and delivery; worried about childcare and income; eating badly; knowing I have become a bit of a bore. I don’t do much aside from work. I have become uninteresting.
Last week I trained 4 days in a row. I slept fitfully, worrying about the material each night. On Friday I woke up in my own bed wondering what was the point of it all? When it exhausts me and my ego gets damaged by any tiny deviation on 5 out of 5 for delivery….
I spent two days not leaving the house, watching box sets, eating chocolate. Whilst slightly guilty it also felt marvellous.
On Sunday I had a realisation that I have reached a turning point. I felt a sense of peace and possibility for both my health and for relationships which I haven’t felt for a long time. I realised that if I can keep my new team member busy two days a week and train only two days a week myself I will make a good living! I have got to grips with most of my material so I feel competent.
I can now slow down. Address my health and what I want for my future..
As always when you reach a turning point, things start to show up to support you. Things which might always have been there but you are tuned in to noticing them. So my 12 sessions with the chiropractor are paying off – my shoulder isn’t jammed any more. Meantime I gave a free place on a course to a woman who turns out to be a naturopath. She’s offered me support with nutrition.
But unbelievably, with a little headspace, into my newfound peace , back he came again. I almost bumped into him two weeks ago and he’s been on the edge of my consciousness ever since.
The reality is that since our time together, outside of my anxiety about work, peace about my life has been restored and I am grateful for that all the time. But real joy is missing. Glimpses of it watching the sunrise over the horses on the bridge at Laramie in Colorado. Pride mixed with joy seeing my daughter thriving. But the pure unadulterated joy of my 20s and early 30s – watching fireworks , diving for the first time, spotting a cassowary, theatre in the rainforest, delighting in the views from our first house together which R and I renovated. Ecstacy all redoubled in my 40s when looking at “S”being held by him…
I realise that I have become jaundiced.
Whilst I have a work mission I am not clear on what I want for me. The road ahead is now clear to create that. I feel peace and the itch of possibility.