10 weeks since Day 1….
10 weeks since…
? BAM? new job!
? KABOOM? shit load of work!
⚡️ ZAP⚡️ morning workout routine down the drain!
? WHOOSH? feeling overwhelmed!
? BANG? ever expanding role!
?? POW?? new people, new habits, new communication styles!
? OUCH ? no control over diary and social life!
⁉️ HUH⁉️ feeling insecure!
⚡️ ZAP⚡️ no energy or inspiration for blog writing!
It’s been one hell of a rollercoaster ride but I have finally stopped screaming and I am gradually coming up for air. ❗️OMG❗️I am so glad I got on that ride, though, and I would not have wanted it be slower or less bumpy.
Since Day 1, I have been challenged intellectually, emotionally and physically and at times it has been hard to accept my own limitations. That was very much the case a couple of weeks ago when I was confronted with the fact there were simply not enough hours in the weekend to get back from work in time on Friday night – take train from London to Belgium – sleep – recover – drive to get to my god-daughter Liselotte’s 12th birthday party – drive back – take train from Belgium to London on Sunday – sleep – recover – be at work in time on Monday morning…well not unless I walked around like a zombie which I am sure Liselotte would not have been impressed with!!
I absolutely love the challenges my new job throws at me and I am totally getting into my flow as I am able to tap into my core skills & experience, my thirst for change, transforming & building, my love for meeting new people and gaining new insights, my inexplicable desire to step out of my comfort zone and take a risk.
I definitely feel that I have taken a fascinating turn on my journey to personal growth and fulfilment and I feel strengthened by my inner drive to pursue my own goals whilst staying authentic.
I can’t help but smile though as I am typing these words as it all sounds very much “in control “and “on top of things”… I wish I could say that the past 10 weeks have been a walk in the park, me in my stiletto’s, leather jacket, sunglasses, curly “poodle” hair perfectly styled and just looking and feeling AWESOME!
Truth is there have been more days that I felt I had stepped into a centrifuge spinning around with such force, disintegrating my body and sucking all the blood out of my brain reducing it to a pile of grey mush. I don’t even want to think about the effects it had on my “poodle hair”!!
All in all, I was definitely more flawed than perfectly in control! But never without losing my awesome inner rock chick!
Thinking about it…would that make me…
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