The other day some money I hadn’t anticipated appeared in my account, and I dragged the other half out shopping.
Nope, no designer labels or boring household gadgets … and I didn’t spend very much. But what I did spend has kept me happily occupied for most of the weekend. There is a weird and wonderful shop in our town, and it stocks all sorts of bizarre things for not much money at all (mostly). I bought some fabric for a lot less than I would’ve paid for it anywhere else. Maybe that’s because it wasn’t the sort of fabric you wear every day! So I spent today making some parts of a costume. I researched quite a bit on the Net, and got some ideas, then I messed around to see if I could do it quickly and painlessly. Sure enough, it worked, and I’m really pleased with the result. It turned out how I wanted, the other half likes it, and the daughter said “trippy, Mum” with an eye-roll which makes me think I hit it square on target *grin*
It’s a costume for the lessons I’m taking, which incidentally none of you have guessed yet!
Some people like sewing, some people like gardening, some people like painting. Some train-spot. Some make model airplanes.
What do you do?
Filed under: Coaching
… and what an awesome break it was. Nice weather, everyone at home, and nothing to do but relax. I luuuved it!
So now I’ve had some time off, I need to start thinking about an exam I have to do. Yes, it’s for coaching … no rest for the wicked 
I was talking to someone the other day about coaching, and I think they found it to be a totally new, quite fascinating subject. I wonder if they will come back for more information … until you’ve actually experienced it, it’s hard to put into words what an enriching experience it is. Some (most?) people have never had the chance to be so important. They never get to be the absolute center of attention, to be listened to and supported and valued. Some people worry about confidentiality, about being judged, about being belittled or thought less of, somehow. Coaching takes all those worries away. The coach is not someone better than you. The whole coaching relationship won’t work if anything like that is going on. You are an equal partner with your coach.
I remember feeling amazed at all the information that came out of my mouth when I first met up with a life coach. There was just something about the way she asked questions that made it incredibly easy to frame what I was thinking into sentences. A lot of it I had never realised. But when I heard it, it made perfect sense. We can get into such convoluted knots, we over think things, we create obstacles. Some of these obstacles are pretty senseless when they come out into the cold light of day. We can tend to judge ourselves by other people’s values – then we wonder why we are unhappy, and not achieving the things we want.
My values are almost certainly different to yours. What I want to achieve will probably be different to you. We can’t all be the same
But the total of my values means that I am perfectly happy working as a coach. I love it. I am endlessly interested in people and what makes them happy, and I love to see people create better lives for themselves. It’s not complicated, and it won’t make you uneasy or stressed. It’s fun
talk to you soon
Filed under: Family
We are going to rename our house ‘The Ark’
This afternoon I was walking past the fish tanks, when I noticed a whole lot of bubbles floating. That’s weird …. I had a closer look. And nearly fell over.
We are now the proud parents of about 50 teeny tiny baby angelfish.
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Today also we found out about a marriage break up, it is very sad 
Filed under: Family
Here is an interesting way for you to waste hours on the Internet :p
Apart from that, my life has been impossibly busy since I posted last. Never a dull moment. I am really looking forward to Easter weekend *sigh* ….
We have a new addition to our household. The addition is very tiny, with really big feet. Yes, the son acquired a kitten. We were all a bit dubious about another cat, especially as we have a Fat Black Pudding who likes to stalk in and out to survey her kingdom .. and we’d kept them apart purposefully. Until this evening, when the kitten was racing around the dining room and the Black Pudding made an unexpected appearance.
The kitten stopped, stock still. The Black Pudding’s eyes went as big as saucers ; she crouched down and her tail began to whip. The kitten took a few tentative steps forward, and the Black Pudding sissssssssed in a very menacing fashion indeed. The kitten immediately turned into a miniature bottle brush – but only for a moment. He began to run towards (towards??!!!) the menacing Black Pudding …
who promptly turned and RAN AWAY.
I couldn’t believe it. I went outside and collected her, and brought her in for some extra special cat food. I left her eating, and walked around the corner to the kitchen. I was only in there for about two minutes, then I went back to see what she was doing.
She had disappeared, and the kitten was eating her food :p
