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What was I thinking?

Blimey, I’ve done some embarrassing things over the years.

In my second job, I worked for BT for a few years as an operator. I wasn’t too keen on the Directory Enquiries part of the job, although some days were better than others. I did enjoy working on the switchboard answering 100 and 999 calls. The switchboard was the old plug type, and the headsets were great big trumpet things that looked as though they came out of the ark. Just before I left, the switchboard was being replaced by a new-fangled computer system, which I also had the pleasure to use for a few months. No, the job wasn’t embarrassing, although it got a bit iffy when I said the wrong thing. What was embarrassing was what I did to my hair.

There was an engineer who had his hair quite fluffy. It was sticking up, but not spiky, if that makes sense. It did actually look good. And you must remember this was the early to mid eighties, and everyone had big hair. I wanted my hair to look better. Not that I was competing with this engineer, but because I felt inspired by him. We never really spoke, so I suppose he inspired me from afar. I bought myself some hairspray (I think it was called Falcon or something – I’m not sure if it still available today) and styled my hair in a floppy yet spiky way. Now my hair is extremely strong. It is fine and very straight. And I’m sure it does what it wants to do. So I went to work with my hair sticking up all over the place, held into place with this hairspray, until I got outside, in the wind, and had to wait for the bus. By the time I had got to work, only half of the hair was up, the other half was down and goodness only knows how the back was. I also had to wear the vice-like trumpet headset all day, so there was also a ridge going over the top. Embarrassing enough, but I think I wore my hair like that for about a month. I don’t think I ever looked at the engineer again after that.

Moving forward a few years, there was a talent night in one of the local pubs, which took place every Sunday night. It was a bit like ‘Britain’s Got Talent’ but on a much smaller scale and without the judges. It was open to everyone. In the beginning, only a handful of people attended. The acts were funny, and entertaining. And the nights were good. A lot of my family went, and every so often one of them would go on stage and perform a song, or dance or mini show. One of our friends suggested that we (Me and her) perform the following week. I thought it was a good idea. I was drinking wine, quantro and lemonade in a tall glass at the time which will probably explain why I said yes.  Well, we practised the song (“You’re the one that I want” from Grease – I’m not sure what its correct title is) using plastic spoons as microphones, and drinking lemon Hooch and eating strawberries. We were good. Maybe to ourselves, but we were. We were ready to perform. The Sunday night arrived, and we walked into the room. It was full to overflowing. Our party always sat in the corner at the back, so there were seats for us, but I have no idea why it was so busy that night. I’d mentioned to a few people that I was doing the song with my friend, but that could not have been the reason why so many people turned up. Well that was it. Being the shy type, my nerve went. We got up on stage – we’d talked one of my cousins in to providing some backing harmonies for us – and the second problem occurred. The musicians didn’t know the music. So we asked them just to strum their guitars, and we would sing anyway. My friend started singing, but the wrong words. I just stood there, and someone from the room shouted “What does the dummy do?” I just started laughing and had to leave the stage. Luckily the place was dark, so I don’t think my luminous red face was that noticeable as I walked through the crowd to my seat in the corner.

I love my embarrassing moments. Well, not all of them, and there really are some humdingers that I really do want to forget. I’ll use EFT on the memory of these extremely awkward moments to see if that will make them feel any better – I’m sure it will. The way I see things now, there is no point regretting anything I have done – they’re done, and that’s that. The two examples above have only come back to mind since I started writing this blog, so I’m sure there will be more.  I think I can see some intense tapping coming up very soon.

Secret teachings

I recently discovered this article on

John is one of the teachers featured in The Secret, and I would recommend you either read the book or watch the movie – or both! It is extremely worth it! Oh, and visit John’s site as well – I’d better put that as I’ve ‘borrowed’ his article!

The Value of an hour.

When I was 21 years-old, a gentleman asked me what I thought the value of an hour was. I honestly did not know how to answer the question. He went on to teach me one of the most valuable lessons I have ever learned.

He suggested that the value of an hour was priceless. This confused me some, so this is what he said to me.

“If you invest one hour each day in understanding yourself and your environment better, you will accumulate nine 40-hour weeks over the course of a year!”

Yikes! As you can imagine I was blown away when he put it to me that way.

Nine 40-hour weeks? This seemed impossible until I did the math. 365 days, times one hour each is…yup, nine 40-hour weeks!

He went on to ask me how good I could get at something if I did it all day, every day for just over 2 months. Well, you already know the answer to that.

I thought I could be awesome!

He went on to tell me that over the course of just five years, I would have invested the equivalent of 1,825 hours of focus on whatever I desired to accomplish my life.

Imagine for a minute, how good you can become at anything that you did one hour a day for the next year. How fit could you get? How much more in love would you get and give? How much more money could you earn?

Let me suggest that one hour is a small price to pay in comparison to the payoff. Just one hour a day may be the razor’s edge you need to really get the results you want in your life.

For me, the decision was easy. I have been studying human potential and the mind for over 20 years. Each time I think I’m getting a good handle on it, I am gently reminded of how much there is to observe and learn.

Is getting what you want worth an hour a day? I certainly hope so.

I still manage to set aside my hour to read motivational stories or listen to inspirational people. They are the fuel for my mind and it keeps me learning and yearning for more.

Please adopt an hour a day for yourself! Pick one area of your life that you want to improve and commit the next 90 days to that one thing.

I assure you that the results you achieve will be well worth the decision! And remember…you can’t take out of life more than you put in.

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From Manchester to New York City in a split second!

I’ve always, well for a very long time, wanted to visit Iceland. There’s something about the island that is ‘reaching out’ to me. I don’t know what it is, but it is a very strong feeling that I have to go there someday. It’s not an urgent feeling; it’s more like something to look forward to. And I haven’t gone yet as I like the feeling, if that makes sense. Since the Eyjafjallajokull volcano started erupting back in March, Iceland has been in the news quite a bit, and it has also been in quite a few documentaries.

I love places of interest, and historic places. I’ve been to Nazareth, which really had an amazing feel to it, although it didn’t look like I expected it to. I’ve been to the Pyramids in Egypt, the ones near Cairo, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Stunning is an understatement considering their size and how old they are. I’ve been to Conway Castle in North Wales (and other castles around the country) and try to think of how they were when they were newly built – I also try to imagine how the people who used them went about their day.

Years ago, when I was at school, I was doing a project on the USA, for some reason. I’m sure it was in my French lessons too, which seems a bit bizarre, but that’s the memory I’m getting (school was a bit of a just go and get it over with place. I loved the learning, but didn’t like the speaking in front of the class sessions, the PE, or the bullying.) I gathered loads of brochures on the USA from some travel agents and cut out various pictures for my project. Like the feelings I’m now having for Iceland, I was having similar feelings for New York. The Empire State Building. The Statue of Liberty. The twin towers of the World Trade Center. I made these the centre pieces of my project, and then other things related to the USA were sub-topics around them. I don’t think I wrote the project completely in French either, but there must have been some French words thrown in. I can’t speak a word of French now, but always remember ‘listen and repeat’; ‘écouter et répéter’ or something like that. Apologies if that’s wrong, but it’s how I remember it! Anyway, in the early nineties I had the opportunity to go to New Haven in Connecticut, which is the state next-door to New York, and of course we went to New York City. We went via the train, which ended up becoming the underground in NYC. Got off at Grand Central Station (the one with the big clock) and then walked out of one of the doors into a side street. It reminded me of Manchester. A side street in Manchester. I thought ‘I’ve travelled all this way to come to Manchester’ and I remember feeling underwhelmed. Absolutely underwhelmed. (I love Manchester by the way, but was expecting New York to be the New York from my project.) We then walked round a corner and we were slap-bang in the middle of the New York as I imagined it. The wide roads, the long straight roads, the yellow taxis, the very tall buildings, more yellow taxis, the hundreds of people walking about – I was blown away by the fact that I was actually there. It was as though the universe was teasing me with that Manchester side-street in New York so I would be even more surprised by what I experienced. And I’m glad that it happened that way, for that is one amazing experience I will never, ever forget.

Another place I am having a ‘calling’ to, although not as strong as Iceland, is Machu Picchu in Peru. Another historic place where I’m sure to visit one day.

Full circle

I remember one of the characters in ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ saying something along the lines of “The hardest thing to do in life is to live in it.” I think that is really just a matter of balance. Going on from what I said in my previous post, about happiness, how we live our lives is entirely up to us. We can choose to be happy, or not. We can choose to make our lives easy, or not. Everything is down to how we see it. Our perception of the things around us makes the basis for how we live our lives. The thing is, it seems to be so much easier to see the negatives, or point out the failures, or think things are not good enough or we’re not worthy of good things happening to us. Yes, it is easy to think that way. Just as it is easy to think the other way, too. A failure isn’t too bad when you think of it as a lesson learned. Sometimes, things aren’t good enough, but that’s no reason to see the negative side of it, just look at it from a different angle and make some improvements. I’m well worthy of great things happening to me, and, do you know what? They do.

I know that now. Years ago, only ‘bad’ happened to me. Actually, that’s a lot over-dramatic. Only ‘bad’ happened at the same time as all of the good things that happened. I chose to focus on some of the events that were happening to me from the negative viewpoint, and could only see the ‘bad’ from there. Some of those ‘bad’ events have become lodged in my memory, but they have been modified over time to seem even worse. I’ve used an amazing system called Emotional Freedom Techniques, or EFT, and some of those memories no longer have the same effect on me. The memories are still there, by the way. When I first started using, or doing, EFT, I started to feel queasy, so stopped it. I’ve recently found out that this is quite normal though, as the system is ‘cleaning’ the ‘bad’ away. Whenever I use EFT now, I feel fine. No, in fact, I feel great! I strongly recommend you have a look into EFT if you have a chance.

I think the quote above was from the musical ‘Buffy’ episode, ‘Once more with feeling.’

And feelings are an important aspect of how good our lives are. If we’re not feeling good, we’re noticing more things that aren’t good. When we are feeling good, we’ll see more things to make us feel good. Sounds obviously logical, doesn’t it? This is one of the key areas where the Law of Attraction works its magic. The universe is providing it’s part in helping us to see the universe how we feel it should be – you may want to read that again – I’ve had to read it a few times to satisfy myself that it does make sense! So, to add to the confusion just a bit, we are actually telling the universe to show us what we feel we are seeing. We are part of the universe (remember, the one-ness) so in effect we are telling ourselves what to see. Therefore we are telling ourselves what to feel. Everything comes full circle. We can choose whether we have an easy life or not.

Saturday Happy day!

On one of the forums that I visit, one of the posters has reminded me that our ultimate goal is to be happy. The material things like houses, money, cars, and other possessions, are nice to have, but they are not really of any use if we are not happy. Having loads of friends is nice, but what use are we to them if we are un-happy and grumpy all of the time? ‘I want to be happy’; it’s not a strange thought, is it? It’s not some kind of ‘new-age’ thinking, or religious brain-washing. It’s not a way to take over the world with a radical movement. Nor is it a stretch of the imagination to actually achieve.  Happiness is just there. Free. For the taking. Screaming ‘have me!’  From now on, I’m going to help myself to great big loads of the stuff. OK, I’ve not yet got that great big house that I keep dreaming of – but I’m happy now, just the same. My job isn’t as rewarding, fun, enjoyable, thought-provoking or interesting as it could be, but all that aside, I’m happy. I’m even happier when I’m not at work! I don’t have the biggest circle of friends in the world, and those I do have I see once in a blue moon, so that gives me more time to be with Me, and make sure that I’m happy! All those years of bullying and tormenting I endured throughout school from teachers as well as pupils alike may have dented my perceptions of other people slightly, but that is no excuse not to be happy now. The fact that I was (and still am) rubbish at every sport on the planet does not give me the right not to be happy. No matter how hard I try to think of a reason why I shouldn’t be happy (and some reasons are VERY convincing) one word pops into my head just afterwards. That word is ‘and’. With a question mark after it. ‘And?’ Who would have thought it? One small word that is used over and over again, and generally isn’t noticed the vast majority of the time, is one of the fundamental key issues in the pursuit of happiness. Well, I’ll be. Happy.

Happy I was last night too. My regular haunt hadn’t closed last week as expected; it’s closing this week instead. So I got one last chance to sit in the same place where I have for the last three-plus years. I was asked if I would be going again tonight – I said I would, but now I don’t think I’ll bother – one, to save a little bit of money, and two, it’ll be open again soon with a new name and a new look. The place where I always sit may still be there.

For the rest of today, Happy Saturday, I’m planning on chillin’ out! Popping round to Mum and Dad’s this afternoon, watching Smallville and generally doing absolutely bugger-all! Not doing, just being. So today, I am living up to the trade description of the species – a human BEING. Can’t get much better than that.

Here’s a quote to finish with…

Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive – Elbert Hubbard