In my last post I confessed a sausage, well 2 sausages to be exact. And after an entire weekend away, a hectic Tuesday, 2 sick kids and a bout of writer’s block, I have a few more things to add to that list, and it may or may not include a meal from McDonald’s :s This week I’m simply disorganised. There have been zero visits to farmers markets, and for the last 2 mornings I have found myself running out of the house for coffees and banana bread. My only saving grace here, is that the coffee was Fair Trade. I’ve fallen off the wagon a bit, and I want you to know about it. I don’t want to mislead you into thinking that I have achieved some sort of dietary nirvana, when, on the contrary, I’m floundering. I stumble. I fall. I get up. I re-group, and I try again. That’s all anyone should expect of themselves. If we suddenly adopt some sort of rigid new lifestyle with expectations of perfection, our chances of success are minimal. So like me, if you’re having failures, that’s still progress. It means you’re in action. Life takes practice, no?
Until this week I have been on a creative roll…then Tuesday happened. Tuesday was the day I met the lovely quirky chef, Jo Whitton. From the moment I stumbled across her blog, I knew this was someone I would probably like to have a cup of tea with, or a glass of coconut water as it turned out. She is creative and generous, and well, just overall a pretty darn nice human being. What happened next was that this pretty darn nice human being decided to share my blog with all 100K+ of her followers, and since then, my page views have sky-rocketed, and my list of regular readers has gone up from about 40 to 500 (thanks guys!). As grateful as I am of this sudden influx, I find myself with a bit of “performance anxiety.” I have writer’s block folks! I’m hoping that saying it out loud will be the antidote. I have felt the same thing in the past. An oral constipation of sorts. Now as much as I adore public speaking, in the first 1-2 minutes of any presentation I give, my voice shakes as though someone is pointing a gun at my head. My hands have somehow also joined in, and my lack of confidence is clearly indicated to the audience by the out of control red dot of my laser pointer. I mean how can I be perceived as an authority on any subject, when I can’t even steady a laser pointer? Hmm. Good thing I’m wearing glasses and a suit…that oughtta trick ’em 😉
Well I hope my shaky voice was not so apparent in this post. And thank goodness I’m not holding a laser pointer!
Have a great weekend everyone xx