Better late than never

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Well, only one week in and I missed my first self-imposed blog deadline. Not surprising really as I often don’t write things down. I just assume I’ll remember. Or I put it somewhere I intend to check but then forget that too. But in the grand scheme of things, it’s not a disaster. Far from it. It’s just one more lesson.

I have to be vigilant at times. My uber-procrastination habit will convince me that I’ll do a better job when I feel more energetic. But that leads to the inevitable delay. Like now, I don’t feel I’ve got a lot to say right now and maybe I should stop writing…

Nah! Not every blog will perfect and not every day will be the sunshine and blue skies. Someday you just have to turn up your collar and lower your head and walk into the driving rain. There is a power in keeping a commitment to yourself no matter how small. Because if I can’t keep one for myself how can I keep them for anyone else?

There are few certainties in life (death and taxes) but I’m pretty certain that I’ll keep learning and explore. It is the expression of that inner learning playful creature that shines back at you from anyone who is following this passion. And yes sometimes the flame dwindles. But like any fire that is when it requires your attention most to fan the embers back to life.

And here is the beauty of it. It doesn’t matter if it’s only a few twigs you add, a few paragraphs or ideas to the story, the thumbnail sketch or the new ingredient. It is taking you in the direction of your passion and goal. Today it might be a small shuffling tired or timid step but tomorrow it might be a leap.

More and more I’m discovering that there is no pace to one’s inner journey. Sometimes we fly, sometimes we hop and skip, sometimes we pause to admire the view.  Sometimes we crawl on hands and knees. So what. Change changes things. Fast or slow. Nothing remains the same forever.

It metaphorically smacked me in the face one day when I, or maybe someone else said “I can’t change. I’ve been like this for years…”. Really? So in the last five or six years (or however long this limitation has been in play) nothing around you has changed? Petrol prices, wages, the cost of bread, the books you read, the movie you watch, the music you listen to, the people you talk to or work with. These things change, and many, many others too.

So in fact, for you to remain where you are, you’ve had to change and adapt to these external changes to remain where you are. You are walking backwards on a treadmill saying “I’m not doing anything…I’m not progressing…I’ll never change”. Accept that you have changed, maybe subconsciously you’ve been holding your position. And then change direction and see what happens.



I want to be a tool


That’s right t-o-o-l. Not cool or fool. Just a tool. Or an instrument if the four letter word makes you giggle or offends.

I used to be an electrician and the one thing you learn quite early on is, good tools can make your job easier but the right tools for the job often make the whole simpler, easier and better all round. And so you quickly learn to invest in your tools, look after them, put them back and soon you find there is a pleasure in doing a job.

You only need to experience the frustration of using pliers to tighten a nut because you’ve forgotten to bring the right sized spanner or use lump hammer on a nail when you need a claw hammer (often a memorable but painful lesson). Or put it another way. Ever tried to wipe up a spill with toilet roll rather than kitchen towel or eat jelly with a fork?

My wish is simple. I wish to be the best tool for the job that creation, the universe (or Tooniverse as I know it)  has in store for me. I don’t want to be a swiss army knife. Don’t get me wrong in an emergency an all-purpose tool or even the wrong can be better than nothing but if you want the best job, the best expression of the creator then you want the right tools.

I’m not saying I will or can be a one trick pony but sometimes a tool has only one use. sometimes it has a few. So it appears one of my skills is writing but I also feel an urge to work with more than words. I’m still exploring and learning what my purpose is. After half a century you’d think I’d have figured it out.

However, that is slightly the wrong approach (for me anyway) in the same way that it is hard to choose a good pair of wire cutters, or a pen or shoes or a saddle just by looking at it or reading reviews. There comes a point when you have to feel it. Hold it in your hand or use it to know if it works.

And so, as you can see, I’m writing and doing a bit of graphic design because it comes to me to do it. The same as the inspriation for this peice came to me out of the blue. Including the ‘spanner head’ image. So I’ll leave you with a question;

“What sort of tool are you?”

On Mortality


Recently I lost a friend. It was unexpected and if it has brought one thing home to me it was this. WE DO NOT HAVE FOREVER.

Yes, I know that it can be uncomfortable to face your own mortality but it can also be empowering. My friend made an impact wherever he went, without a doubt. Although I will miss him and I am confident we will meet again some other where or life, I am grateful for the reminder too.

So what are you waiting for? Seriously! Is there something you keep putting off, you really want to do it but ‘things’ keep getting in the way? For me, that question has lit the blue touch paper. The rocket may fizz or fail, or it may rise into a spectacular fireball turning night to day for a few moments. Who knows? I don’t.

The best part is I don’t care. Really. I write. I share it. My job is done. I no longer agonise over is it right, is it clever or witty. Am I saying anything meaningful? The sneaky thing is the words are worthless if they come from a space of thinking and not the heart. You’ve all read or heard insincere apologies, the outright lies and half-truths that, like the emperor’s new clothes, we chose to ignore for the sake of comfort.

Then you have also seen or heard the heartfelt, sincere and earnest voices too. The ones that touch you deeply be it a childs innocent “Who is that man? The Emperor? Why isn’t he wearing any clothes?” or a heartfelt “I miss you”, ” I love you”. You feel them and recognise where they are coming from.

And the simple truth is, none of us knows how long we’ve got. The sooner we stop delaying our peace, our real desire or passion and act, the more chances we have to do something great or good for others. It may not be easy, it may not be comfortable, and it might not even be quick but it can never happen unless you begin.

Now imagine that dream you hold so dearly were to unfold more easily, simply and quickly than you think possible. Be it a book, a new life or healing others. You won’t ever know, the world will never know, how great you could have been and how much you could do for others until you start. Death is coming. Sooner or later the curtains close and the house lights come on and the performance ends.

Will you be the headline act in your own life or a footnote?

Motion before motivation


I am one of the worlds worst procrastinators. Or so I feel. I was going to research exactly how bad I am when compared to others but I’ve just not gotten round to it. Yet.

And here is the thing. If you wait for the perfect time or day to start something, say your Tax Return, or book your flights for your trip in two weeks time, it will only arrive when you have no other choice. When the pain of the Late Return penalty or risk having to cancel your holiday because there are no seats available on your flight. Or they’ll cost more than your two weeks at the hotel and eat out every day.

When the perceived pain exceeds the perceived effort, that is when I myself used to sit down and force myself to do the dreaded task. And yes, sometimes it was as painful and annoying as I had imagined. But here is the magical thing that I am learning. If I make a start, even if I can’t complete the task right away I’ve magically transformed the uncertainty into something positive.

If I can just do even one thing to bring me closer to completion, it works. There is a kind of momentum that works to take you forward after overcoming the initial inertia. Suddenly the mountain has become a molehill or a series of molehills really. I like to walk, often along the coast or hills near me, and it always amazes me at some point on the journey if I look back and see how far I’ve come from where I started.

I believe there is a reason for this. Once you start, the big scary task-thing becomes a series of smaller steps that are almost too small & simple to start with. But they accumulate, like a snowball rolling down a slope gaining speed and weight as you fill in boxes and make a list of things you need to find out. That is how you eat an elephant, one mouthful at a time.

I’m also finding this is true for my work, my personal goals and every other aspect of my life. Start, even if you know you can’t finish yet, and suddenly the huge fuzzy scary shadow thing that your mind has created starts to shrink into a recognizable if unpleasant looking rodent. Occasionally it might even be a cute kitten. (Definition of a kitten: Cute, inquisitive and helpless little fuzzballs with razors attached to their feet.)



Starting out

DSCF3756Well, that was easy! Literally, ten minutes online and I have a blog up and running. I thought there would be some sort of delay or maybe even a test of some sort. (Funny how we create obstacles in our head that never even arise). This brings back memories of my first time driving alone in a beat up old Vauxhall Astra I had bought off my boss.

Sitting there at 7:30 am, I wanted the roads in town to be quiet as possible for this, trying to figure out how to get the courtesy light on. Then trying to figure out how the heater worked to de-mist the screen. I was only moving it 500 yards, because of parking restrictions, but I still remember the fear and excitement as being intense.

I still blush now to think how bad that first trip was. Crunch, chug, lurch, and stall. (Sounds like a partnership of dwarf solicitors). Yet, as with all things, you have to start somewhere. I did leave out one detail. I was 30 at the time! Somehow, magically, I had gotten away for 3 decades without a car. But no longer. Not if I wanted to keep my job that was.

This came back to me the other day when my driving license renewal form came through and I realised I have now been driving over 20 years. I wouldn’t say I love driving in the sense I’d just go for a drive but I love the freedom and independence it affords me.

Yet more than that have been the times I’ve been able to help others. Take my parents out, pick up or drop off friends at the airport or ferry & road trips to meetings and retreats in the UK and best of all is being able to show visiting friends some of the sights and sites around the beautiful Isle of Man.

And while it’s not as intense as that, firing up this blog today feels the same. There is a little nervousness when we start our journey, maybe a sense we would avoid it if we could, but in time you will look back and smile. And I find life is like that. If you are willing to try new things, explore, play and give it a go.

Because, even after five decades on this rock with few billion other souls, I am still learning.