I’m ‘fessing up: On not running….

So.

I promised updates on the health kick.

I had a couple of choices.

Go quiet till I was back on track with running, or fib, or come clean.

I haven’t run since the first week, and am now two weeks behind.

We’ve had a heatwave, but friends of mine are still running, in the heat, so it’s not really a legitimate excuse.  

What happened was that, feeling tired and hot, making my body pound around the park when my brain wasn’t enjoying it either just felt – violent, toward myself.

I thought ‘if I was a close friend, would I be cracking the whip right now to run, or would I just say – let’s go for a nice walk under those trees, dear!’.

Maybe I should be harder on myself (and my friends!) but I don’t want to turn into my old PE teacher.

She was evil.  She yelled.  She put me off sports, watching and doing, with her yelling!

So, I’m back to finding a way to do this running thing, because I really want to do it.  I know that this early bit when it feels so hard won’t last, and I know how good I’ll feel when I can run the 3 miles I promised myself I’d do.

What would I tell myself, if I was my best friend?

I’d say going off track now doesn’t have to mean staying off track.

I’d say ‘let’s find a way to make this work for you, a way that doesn’t bring PE class flashbacks’.

I’d say ‘You can do this’ and I’d say ‘It’s OK to mess up when you’re trying a new thing.  It’s OK to go right back to the start, as many times as you need to, as long as you don’t give up’.

So, I’m being my best friend.  I’m giving myself chances – and I’m not giving up!

In the meantime, I’m enjoying lots of long walks, swims and dancing to make sure my body gets to move – and loving the more healthy eating, and sleep!

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Don’t be a tall poppy – be a TREE!

You’ve heard about tall poppy syndrome, right?

The tendency some people who aren’t brave enough to stand out from the crowd have, to snip snip snip down those who do?

The snippers.

Snip, snip!  I'll cut you down to MY size!

Snip, snip! I’ll cut you down to MY size!

Snippers like to cut you down to size, because they find it easier to do this than to actually stand up tall themselves.

You’ll recognise them.

They’re the ones who snigger whilst you sing a song in front of a group of friends.

The ones who always, always feel the need to offer your business ‘helpful criticism’ but never say anything positive.

The ones who make snarky comments on your Facebook posts.

The ones who use silence as a way to cut you down, or gossip behind your back.

The snippers are, sadly, part of the business of living out loud.  People will get the scissors out if you stand tall.

My advice?

Don’t be a poppy.

Just look at that flimsy stem

Just look at that flimsy stem

Bear with me here!  You know I’m not ever going to tell you not to stand out above the crowd.

Poppies, although super pretty (one of my favourite flowers, in fact) grow very quickly on disturbed ground (that’s why they pop up on old battlefields).  They have really, really thin stems and delicate petals – just like your creative efforts do at first.

These sudden spurts of creative growth can be gorgeous, especially when they come from the ‘disturbed ground’ of a big life shake-up or change, like illness, tragedy or divorce.

Be a tree!

Be a tree!

They have their place, these little spurts.

They shake us out of our usual patterns and give us a boost, they’re often a place where we first learn what our unique gifts actually are.  They’re good to have, in safe places (like the venue I helped found, The Art House – where lots of people start out!).

So, I guess I mean – be a poppy somewhere relatively safe – and don’t be sad when the season for your poppy’s loveliness passes, as it will.

But if you want to sustain creative growth and live creatively ALL the time (not just after your baby done gone left you or your grandma is really sick) you will need to be …..

A TREE.

Grow slowly, take rests, put down deep roots, have a wide, wide trunk and tower way above all the other plants in the forest!

(and be completely immune to scissors!)

Boat trips, fans and office space…

Sometimes, I just want to blog general life stuff rather than wait on some big ol’ topic to share with you. That’s what I’m doing now! The heatwave in the UK continues, it’s blinkin’ nutty hot, for us at least, and it has turned the running into walks-and-other-things-that-won’t-actually-kill me. Odd thing is, I am looking forward to it cooling off so I can run some more! 10559828_812856685415604_597330894109233375_nI’m rocking a fan to keep cool, which works to an extent and is handy for making large gestures whilst talking, or hiding behind. On our Monday ‘Sabbath’ we headed off once more into the lovely New Forest for lunch at Buckler’s Hard, followed by a boat cruise on the Beaulieu river, with a hysterically funny guide who had a proper announcer voice. 10400875_812562615445011_3154391280619172846_n

The announcer voice so inspired Bik that he continued to narrate the rest of the day, including making me a sandwich for supper.

He is a silly man.

Last of all, this week, I am thunking thoughts about sharing an office with some pals, including Jude of Judelicious.

Honestly, despite having my gorgeous little yellow studio for art, I find that working downstairs in the main part of the house is just too full of distractions for me to get much done.

Jani needs a room of her own.

My head is literally stuffed with ideas for eCourses and new content at The Bubbling Well, so I need some time set aside – not time squished in around everything else – to get it all out and onto paper.

 

Time and space, of course, are closely related and not just in the world of science.  When one has a space to work in undisturbed, time suddenly expands magically and you get lots and lots done.

Running The Art House (with all my fine co-running-peeps of course) takes up a lot of time and energy, and with Bik being at home with me when I’m working, Art House stuff encroaches onto my-biz stuff.

I will be mid newsletter and be asked a question about a gig date in October.

Which leads to growling and sometimes shouting, and a loss of momentum in my typing.

Even as I type this, at The Art House, peeps are popping in to say hello (which, you know, ROCKS and all) and it means this post will take an hour instead of 30 minutes or so.

In the short term, my chum Ruth is off to Cornwall for a few weeks and I am going to use her house as a base to retreat and get some shizzle DONE!

In the long term, an office and eventually the magic pixie house at the bottom of the garden. It will look a little like this……

Well, maybe not with a shower - who knows?

Well, maybe not with a shower or privvy – who knows?

But at the moment the site looks not a lot further on from this……

Loadsa rubble....

Loadsa rubble….

Watch this space, for what happens with …. my space!

Now, I’m off downstairs to grab a cool drink and watch the magnificent Ricky Tart.