It’s Monday night.
I fucking love Mondays.
Okay so Saturdays are phenomenal because I have more time to ride my bike.
Sundays are cool because I get to spend some quality time with my family at lunch.
But come Sunday night I’m chomping at the bit.
I’m rearing to go!
Let me at ’em!
I want to get back to work.
I want to create.
I want to inspire.
I want to connect.
Because my work is my life.
I adore it!
Which is why I love Mondays.
As I start winding down getting ready to cook supper, the messages start coming up.
“AAAARGH tomorrow is Monday”
“I hate Mondays”
“Come back weekend!”
And I laugh.
I laugh because I used to think like that.
Until I chose to stop thinking like that.
There came a point where I simply decided that I was spending way too much time at work for me to hate it.
So I changed it.
First I let my rebellious self come out to play and I made deals with my managers – they would stop clock-watching and micro-managing me, I would deliver.
They did and so did I.
Whilst others were sitting in their cubicle offices, scrolling Facebook, drinking shit coffee and using up copious amounts of toilet paper (which all cost the company money), I was out seeing clients in a high vibe all morning, making an impact and then spending the afternoon doing whatever made me happy. Which had me rearing to go to my clients in high vibe the next morning.
But of course the Universe had other plans for me so there came a time when I was blessed with an asinine boss who made things more challenging for me.
Again, I chose to change it.
I took an enormous breath of air (just in case it would be my last) and made the leap of faith into the unknown world of the self-employed.
I opened my first company in a freezing 3 X 2 meters concrete room behind our garage with no carpet, a tiny window, a fucked up desktop computer and a phone.
I had zero experience building a business. Zero capital. Just a burning desire to be happy and to make a difference in someone’s life.
Before you say all the normal bullshit of I was lucky or it was easy for me know this: I am no different from you! I had two small boys aged 5 and 2.5. We were still reeling from the financial impact of our rather disastrous move to Ireland and then back. I was still on the up from kicking depression to the curb.
Things were motherfucking TOUGH!
But after going to the dark side I just decided that misery wasn’t worth it.
Not at any price.
And no matter how tough things got, I would simply always have to get tougher.
Which is how my life as an entrepreneur started.
It’s never been smooth sailing. I simply don’t believe that it is for any entrepreneur. No matter how successful your business becomes, shit always happens.
I built my business up to employing six staff members and then lost everything.
I had to start again from scratch.
But it was worth it.
And it continues to be.
Because I’m fucking happy!
Because I love Mondays.
Does this mean that I don’t have shitty days?
Does it mean that I love everything that I do every day?
But I make it work for me.
Take cooking as an example.
There was a time when I ADORED cooking!
I know I know – hard to believe.
In fact I come from a background of running and owning restaurants.
Then I had kids.
Who are full of shit.
Whose pallets were only fond of Spaghetti Bolognaise and fish fingers. Anything else they would turn their noses up at. Or not eat at all.
So I gave in and cooked boring bland kids food.
Until I hated cooking boring bland kids food.
Plus when you have to fucking cook for full of shit people 365 days a year for what’s going on to 18 years now, somehow it can kill the joy.
Which is why I went on strike a couple of months ago and refused to cook for my family.
Cook your own goddamn food!
Stomp stomp two year old tantrum. I do throw these with complete passionate exhilaration. I’m sure it’s quite exquisite to behold.
It was kinda awesome.
For a while.
But in truth (and I hope they don’t read this blog) I missed loving to cook.
I missed cutting up the fresh ingredients and crunching down on a carrot whilst slicing and dicing.
I missed tasting the pot to see what else I can add to transform the meal from bland to bursting with flavour.
I missed the energy in the kitchen of bubbly water and steaming pots.
It’s like doing a dance with what the earth gave us to nourish our bodies and souls.
So this weekend I decided to take back my joy.
I put on some Andrea Bocelli, poured a glass of Riesling, and cooked and cooked and cooked.
We had a feast!
Which is how I choose to cook from now on.
Even the simplest of meals.
And I choose to then sit down and mindfully enjoy every morsel with a glass of wine and candle light with Andrea romancing me softly in the background.
Because it makes me happy.
It feeds my soul.
And because it’s a powerful fucking choice I make every day.
To be happy.
Know this Darling, no matter what your circumstances right now, you CAN choose happiness.
You can stop your shit and get out of the drama and ask yourself better quality questions:
- What is good in what I’m doing? This could be an aspect that you enjoy or the impact that it has on others or connecting it with your purpose. Anything. Find the good.
- How can I do it in a way that makes it fun? Can you listen to music or light a candle? Maybe it’s about having that big-girl conversation with your boss about how to get the best out of you instead of having you sit in peak hour traffic and wasting toilet paper. Sitting in a high vibe cafe drinking the best coffee in town whilst catching up on admin.
- What’s the price of my happiness? Get really honest here. Look at that pay check or the balance in your account at the end of the month and ask yourself if this is the price of your happiness? And here’s the thing, when your current levels of happiness is greater than your bank balance, you know you’re a winner!
- What would this look like when I brought my highest standards of excellence to it? This is another game changer for me! Personally I find that half the time misery comes from mediocre work standards. From me doing it the way most people do it. I’m not here to be fucking mediocre and I detest average standards. So the fastest way for me to increase my levels of joy is for me to bring my A game and watch the whole field change. Try it. It’s fun!
Today my message really is about the power of choice which I think is highly under-utilised by society in general.
I hear people speak like victims
It drives me nuts!
Because everything IS a choice. Every time you SAY you don’t have a choice, well you’re choosing to feel powerless.
I’m not saying that our choices are always easy.
And the life changing choices are normally the hardest.
Which is why so few people make them.
They prefer to settle.
They prefer to exist.
But for you and I, existence is simply not an option.
Existence is a fate worse than death.
And you know we’re going to die anyway.
Death is inevitable.
Thriving on the other hand is a tough choice to make.
How do you choose today?
With love always,
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