Getting on with it
Sharing the joy, the terror and the fulfilment of going it alone feels like the right thing to do. It’s a hoot, in hindsight at least, most things change and I’ve a sneaky feeling, for the better;
- I now have my feet firmly on the ground instead of cradled in a Jimmy Choo.
- ‘Do I really need this?’ is met with truth and honesty instead of ‘How could I not have it?’
- I get to work from bed if I want to.
- Vogue and Cosmo have become The FT and The Economist (I pretend it’s the Alchemist).
- I dumped being blonde. I’m now a brunette. (Read into that what you will)
- And my favourite…I’m in charge. Oh that’s good, boy that’s good.
In the words of Nina Simone; ‘It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life…and I’m feeeeeeeling goooooood’. Yowza!
I’ve just returned from a fantastic weekend on the East Lothian coast where the beautiful Isle of Fidra lies a couple of miles off shore. Said to be the inspiration for Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island, it has in turn given me my own muse. I was staying at the Archerfield estate. A stunning golf estate with a magnificent house and soon to be fabulous new spa…a captivating place, right on my doorstep (ninety minutes up the coast) and I didn’t even know it existed!
Isle of Fidra
For anyone who doesn’t know, ‘Treasure Island’ is an adventure tale of pirates and buried gold, a story known for it’s rich ambience, colourful characters and also as a wry commentary on the ‘ambiguity of morality.’ The atmosphere of the place also made me think of The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho, a favourite of mine. It is a fable that bursts with optimism about following your dreams and searching for treasure, it has an almost indefinable similarity to The Economist.
Knowing there is ‘treasure’ to be found, searching for it, finding it and of course, hanging onto it, is the rich tapestry. We all, I think, have a vision for our own personal booty and it changes as the months and years go by. It is an endless voyage that is as thrilling as it is terrifying. My personal journey continues it’s oxymoronic style of nomadic stability like a huge comfort blanket that I’m not yet ready to give up.
I have developed a new skill, patience. It is a virtue you know. Not something to be considered lightly and certainly not to be taken for granted. The need for it has been thrust upon me and I have graciously embraced it, to push it away, would, I fear, have meant insanity.
I’m getting close to a milestone birthday. No matter how much you deny it, once you’re over twenty one, each birthday ending in a zero provokes a gulp and an internal need to have a little look at stuff. For some it’s complete denial, for others a rebirth. I favour the latter. Embracing who you are, what you love, the things that make you go ahhhhhhh or even ohhhhhhh become more and more important.
My own health, emotional as well as physical is as important to me now as it has ever been. I look around me and I’m astonished every single day by the staunch belief in folk that they are infallible in the face of poor health. But I also know, just how tricky it can be, to stay on top of it all when the world feels like it’s falling apart around you and you’re last on the list. All those people ahead of you would benefit more if you put yourself first a few times. Your joy and happiness will also become theirs. Absolutely true, I promise you.
Living in the moment, revelling in high energy, feeling a passionate heart and a nurturing spirit, oozing sensuality, inner beauty and joy…now we’re talkin’.
Now is a good time. Now is always the best time. Don’t wait. Did I say I’d learned a new skill?
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