This week we talk about the Paleo diet and heart healthy foods!
As the start of my second week in my new job dawned, I was determined to hit the ground running. I went to bed reasonably early (not something I am usually very good at) and awoke refreshed and ready to face the day. I battled the traffic and managed to arrive at my desk in good time. Yay me! No sooner had I made my morning coffee, than the lights went out. Power cut.
It came back after about an hour, so at least we weren’t sitting in the dark (a tiny bit awkward with virtual strangers,) but there was a further delay before our IT systems recovered. I started to become irritated by the interruption. I had a to do list as long as the M50. Besides, even though we were all in the same boat, I didn’t want to seem like I was wasting time.
The frustration quickly melted into amusement as I couldn’t help smile at the irony. It served as a timely reminder that try as we might, we cannot control everything. There will always be times that despite the best laid plans, everything goes tits up.
As the year draws to a close, I always like to reflect on the past 12 months. This morning’s outage pretty much sums up the entire year for me. 2018 has been one false start after another. It has been tempting at times to throw my hands up and shout “what’s the bloody point?” It has taken no small amount of effort to pick myself and dust myself off.
In the words Kipling, of one of my favourite poets,
“If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss.”
When you think about it, that is exactly what happens when you look for a new job. You accumulate all your experience and skills, your winnings, and risk it in the hopes of obtaining something better. You sacrifice your security, and your comfort and take a giant leap into the unknown. Sometimes you win, and sometimes you learn.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, my career hasn’t been the only tumultuous part of my life in recent months. I am very much the type of person who needs stability and routine. If one area of my life is in discord, the rest of it will inevitably follow suit.
I am loath to admit the amount of weight I have put on since this time last year. My fitness levels have also taken a huge back slide. In all honesty, I am very much looking forward to January and the natural reset point it always brings.
As I write this, I have a plan in place to get myself back to a level of fitness that I can be happy with. Tomorrow evening, I am joining a Crossfit gym. I know it probably sounds crazy to start a health kick Christmas week, but I have been putting this off long enough. Plus, I know if I delay it any further, chances are I will talk myself out of it.
It can be difficult when not only have you failed to make progress, but you have actually gone backwards, not to feel like a failure. It is hard not to look back with rose tinted glasses, to a time when you were slimmer, fitter or just generally had it more together. However, if there is one thing I have learned, it is that there are peaks and valleys in life. Progress is definitely non-linear.
With a shiny New Year on the horizon, I take comfort in the fact that I have a plan in place, and that I have walked this road before. I know that following in old footsteps is always easier than trying to forge a new path.
Another lesson that is beginning to take root is that I am not my weight. I am not my dress size or my body fat percentage. Neither am I the job title I hold or my bank account balance. Of course, it is easy to “know” these things on a rational level. It is another thing entirely to actually feel it.
I spent more than three decades allowing these things to define me. So much so that when I was unemployed, albeit briefly, I was surprised that people still wanted to be around me. They sought me out and looked to me for my opinion. They asked me for help and tasked me with projects. The value they placed in me wasn’t tied up in my employment status. Why then did I allow a temporary career set back to impact my confidence levels so profoundly?
I know it’s hackneyed, but I firmly believe that things to happen for a reason. Events of the recent past are not far enough behind me yet, for me to have perspective in my rear-view mirror. Their lessons will only begin to take shape in time. In the meantime, I am very hopeful about the future. I eagerly anticipate a few months of relative calm in which to get to work on myself.
In truth, we never know what is around the corner. As prepared and ready as we think we are, there is always something which could potentially upset our little apple cart on the horizon. All we can do is keep going. Keep putting one foot in front of the other in the general direction of our goals. Keep hoping the lights don’t go out. Be well xxx
This week on the Podcast we talk about the importance of being your own advocate and carving out a little calm during Silly Season
This week I had the pleasure of chatting to the first female cut person to work a European show. Read all about it in Arwen’s Angle on Combat Arena
Sometimes, even the best laid plans go awry. This week has been all about that. As the Festive Season approaches, many of us set about getting our house in order. Seeing to things which may, in my case anyway, have been put on the long finger. The countdown is on, and the thought of having a house full of friends and family has nudged some D.I.Y. projects further up the to do list.
Our dishwasher has been acting up lately so I ordered a new one, in an attempt to preempt its demise. We are hosting Christmas dinner and I could foresee it choosing that particular day to lay itself to rest. I was happily congratulating myself at such a splendid show of adulting, when the plumber arrived to perform a routine service on my gas boiler. Fantastic, we are on a roll.
Not so much. About 20 minutes after he arrived, the plumber sought me out, the look on his face read “expensive.” He hesitated for a moment before breaking the bad news “you have a gas leak,” he said. He launched into a monologue of explanation, much of which went over me head. I desperately wanted to interrupt him and say “just tell me what has to be done and how much it’s going to cost.” Instead, I patiently waited for him to cut to the chase. The long and the short of it was he had to disconnect our supply and he would be back in a couple of days to fix it. It was probably going to cost a few hundred euro.
Far from ideal. As you all know by now, I have been on a little sabbatical from work, so these two little projects were set to put a huge dent in the remainder of my savings. The Irish woman me wanted to get to work catastrophizing and wringing my hands. However, as I sat in my very cold house yesterday, a bigger part of me began to think of all the ways in which I am truly fortunate.
For one thing, the cold for me, was a temporary inconvenience. I could be fairly certain that in a day or two I would again be warm. In fact, as I write this, I am already beginning to thaw. For many people this is not the case. For the homeless in our society, and for those who literally cannot afford to heat their homes, the long winter will be cold and cruel.
Secondly, although the outlay to get this leak fixed has drained my savings, at least I could actually afford to pay for it. Three weeks before Christmas a lot of people might not have been so lucky. We don’t have children to worry about and we had already decided to make Christmas modest, so it won’t have too much of an impact overall.
I am starting back to work next week too, so at least I can look forward to getting paid some time in the not so distant future. This would have stressed me out far more if I had no idea where my next pay cheque was coming from. On the flip side, I am lucky that I was still off this week to deal with the plumbing debacle.
One more thing I am grateful for is that the leak was discovered. The boiler in my kitchen was the source of the leak and I shudder to think how much worse it could have been. I really do believe that we take an awful lot for granted. Sometimes it takes being without certain comforts, for even a short while, to make us realize good we have it.
There have been a couple of stories in the news this week that make me feel like we are losing some of the warmth from the world. I titled this article after the first of these stories. Here in Ireland, our dedicated Christmas radio station has said it will no longer be playing Dean Martin’s classic “Baby it’s Cold Outside.” The reasoning behind this is because they feel that the female in the song is being held against her will. That she clearly wants to leave, but is being forced to stay.
When I read this headline for the first time, I was sure it must be some sort of prank. I was fully expecting The Onion or Waterford Whispers to be in the by-line. Unfortunately this was not the case. I am at a loss to try to explain this move by Christmas FM, other than to say outrage culture strikes again.
Yes, the lady in the song does repeatedly say she should be going, but can anyone not relate to that? The feeling of being so completely captivated (not captive) that you damn the consequences for a few more moments in the company of your love. I know I have certainly missed my fair share of curfews and last buses, lingering over a goodnight kiss. The song, for me, is a throw back to a safer and more innocent time, and the equivalent of “you hang up, no you hang up.” I find nothing threatening in any of the lyrics, and I feel the world a colder, harder place without the nostalgia it conjures.
In another sad development, the HSE’s staff are no longer allowed to call patients “love, dear or lads.” They must instead use gender neutral language, like patient 597, or something! These terms of endearment are a part of our culture. I have been called love by everyone from bus drivers to bosses over the years and not one jot of harm was ever meant by it.
In fact, I think I would struggle to follow that protocol myself as those “offensive” words spring forth so naturally. The healthcare providers are so overstretched, they cannot be expected to learn each patient’s name. These terms allow them to impart a caring, warm word to people on what could be the worst day of their lives.
Personally, should I find myself in hospital, I would like to be cared for by a human being. Not a sterile automaton terrified of reprisal or litigation should they dare to utter a loving word.
As my home continues to warm up, I wish I could feel that the world is following the same trend. Sadly, however, it appears that with each move towards political correctness it just gets a little colder. As the most wonderful time of the year approaches, take a little time to think about what you are grateful for. Hug your loved ones close. Fill you homes are and your hearts with warmth. Have half a drink more. Be well xxx
This week on the show, I had a chance to sit down with the incredibly brave and inspiring Vanessa Manunga.
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I had an opportunity to catch up with Dublin born boxer Lynn Hunter Harvey this week. We chatted all things fighting as well as diving into female weight cuts and how to stay safe Internet dating.
Read all about it in Arwen’s Angle on MMA Insider
In two weeks time I will be starting a new job. Yes, that’s right folks, another one. In fact, this will be the fourth job I have had this year. I think when I look back on 2018, the archives will be full of memories of being interviewed.
The last few weeks have been strange and strained. I have felt unable to get into it here, because without knowing what was next, it seemed like self-indulgent whining. Since the summer, I have started, and finished, two new roles. For the record, neither of these positions were supposed to be temporary.
As much as I have tried to reassure myself that these things happen and everyone is allowed to have a run of bad luck sometimes, I couldn’t prevent my confidence from being severely dented. The last job ended after only 8 weeks, when my boss told me he didn’t think I was the right person for the job. I wasn’t being fired, as such, but there was a clear invitation to resign.
As I sat across that board room table, trying to remain composed, all I could think was “he is right.” All these years I have been playing a part and now finally I am exposed as the fraud I always knew I was. At least that is what I thought on that fateful Wednesday.
In the weeks since then, there has been a lot of soul searching and no small amount of tears. I honestly did not know if I had what it would take to dust off the CV and try to sell myself again. My shame and my sadness were so raw, I felt sure that it would be obvious to anyone who met me.
Luckily, there’s no better decision making tool than not having a choice. Although I wasn’t in immediate danger of ending up on the bread line, I knew I needed to get back to work in short order. A month or two of unemployment was realistically all I could afford.
Of course, I fantasized about walking away from corporate life and immersing myself into my writing, Zumba and the Podcast. As appealing as that sounds, it isn’t a viable option right now. I am not ruling it out completely, but it’s more of a long term proposition.
I realised that I needed to build myself back up again. I had to restore my resilience and my energy, and get ready to hear all the nos that inevitably come with job seeking. I had given myself the deadline of the New Year to try to get something in place. As many of you who know me will understand, I am not good as sitting still. I am prone to depression and lounging around in a dressing gown will surely set me on that course. It was important for me to stay busy.
I needed a new project, something to take my mind off my current situation and keep my brain engaged. Just then, something amazing happened. A friend on Facebook (to this day I am still unsure how we are even connected) put up a post looking for someone to help him. He needed a writer for his MMA blog. I answered his call, even though I know very little about MMA or any sport for that matter. For some reason he decided to let me try out.
This project turned out to be exactly what I needed. It is a challenge for sure. I am learning a lot, which I always love and I am getting to meet so many interesting people. Under my editor’s guidance I am producing work that I am incredibly proud of. I am doing things like driving 220km to attend MMA fights on my own, which I never would have imagined myself doing.
All of this started to have an affect on me. My confidence began to return. I started to feel less useless. Furthermore, I figured out that as humans, our capability to reinvent ourselves is infinite. If I can step into the role of MMA reporter, what else can I do? We are only limited by our imagination. It made me feel a lot better about having to sell myself in the job market, that’s for sure.
I know it is a cliché, but I do believe that sometimes when it feels like everything is falling apart, it is actually falling into place. If I had not had such a bad run of employment luck this year, I never would have had these few weeks off to rest and reevaluate. I experienced what was probably my greatest professional fear coming to pass, and I lived to tell the tale. That fear won’t have as great a hold over me in the future.
I also would not have had the opportunity to try something new and the pick up some new skills. I have interviewed some people for the site and it has lead me to think about interviewing people for the Podcast, which I don’t know if I would have felt equipped to do before. I have shown myself that even at the ripe old age of 37, I can still learn. I can still have adventures. I can still surprise myself.
I am proud of myself for walking away from a bad situation. The Arwen of old would have gritted her teeth and tried to make it work. I am no longer prepared to sacrifice my self-worth for a pay cheque and that is huge.
I am going into this new role full of excitement and hopeful that it will be a good fit. If it doesn’t work out I might have to try lion taming! At the risk of sounding ambivalent, if it isn’t a good fit, it won’t be the end of the world. I now know I am capable of dusting myself off and trying again. I will keep you posted. Be well xxx
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