People told me that I had lost my marbles. I was ready to turn my back on the career that had been my dream. I had worked bloody hard to become a qualified lawyer and to be in charge of my own caseload. I had strived to stand up in court and represent my clients, fight their corner, be there for people who felt like life had beaten the shit out of them and that there were very few people on their side, they were vulnerable and they needed support and being there for people like that and helping them to rebuild their lives really did make my heart sing.
I had dreamed as a little girl of being a lawyer, and whilst it was no Ally McBeal it was exactly what I wanted to be doing BUT I save it all up. I gave it up when it stopped making me happy.
I turned my back on the regular (good) income and knew that it was time for me to take my wings & fly.
I saw so many colleague huddled around the kettle or the water cooler so pre-occupied in how awful work was that I knew that I never wanted to end up that way. I didn’t want to blink and suddenly awaken 30 years later miserable.
I was going to go self employed. It was my time. I made the leap, full of excitement and nervous energy.
Eeeeekkkk – now that’s brave they said. Nah, there’s nothing brave about that because I had made myself a promise. In 2004 I promised myself that I wouldn’t tolerate anything in my life that didn’t make me happy, that I wasn’t going to settle and that I was always going to take that leap, even if I couldn’t see where I might land.
What made me take that vow with myself? Becoming Sleeping Beauty for a couple of weeks in October 2004 was my catalyst and the time that I decided that I was going to make decisions in my life without allowing fear to be included.
In October 2004 I was a little poorly. I had a water infection and that infection turned into septicaemia and as my organs began to shut down I was admitted to Intensive Care in an induced coma to allow my body to heal. I was out of circulation for a couple of weeks.
Just 2 little points on a FYI
- A Urine Infection should never be referred to as “just a urine infection” and if you even think you have one PLEASE do go get yourself checked out. Who knew it could become septicaemia.
- AND being in an induced coma is quite a surreal experience. I was aware of my surroundings in a very drug addled vague kinda way AND I could hear people speaking to me. My hubby read Jane Austin’s Emma to me and my brother read the back pages of the newspaper each day to me. I had some amazing experiences including leaving my body and watching everyone around me whilst I sat on top of the mental cupboards that flanked my bed (there’s more on that in a different blog). So, if you are ever in that position to visit someone in a coma PLEASE do talk to them BUT be aware that what you can will be taken quite literally and nurses should refrain from using the word stab when they are getting the needles out on you as that does cause a little fear!
Anyhaps, those were a little by the by BUT I felt like they were important little points to share whilst we were on the subject.
Whilst in hospital I remember that after a couple of weeks of being bed bound, my muscles were wasting away, I’d lost ALOT of weight (I suppose a little upside to the situation) and I desperately craved a bath. I wanted to lie in a nice warm bath. I had a bath on the day of the New York Marathon, so it must have been the first Sunday in November and oooohhh my goodness that was the best bath of my life. I was sooooo grateful for the nurses taking the time to let me have that bath as I needed a lot of assistance and was still breathing through a hole in my neck and I was astounded by the things we all take for granted. I felt filled to the brim with gratitude by I was so exhausted I simply fell asleep.
The road to recovery was a long one. When I first went home I had to be babysat as I was unable to get up and down the stairs on my own and I was so weak that I couldn’t pick up the kettle. I set myself daily challenges to be able to walk a little further, to be able to do a little more. First it was to get around the house, then it was to go to the front gate, then to that house half way down the street, then to the end of the road, then to the shop. Each day had a new little challenged and I worked on pushing myself a little further every day.
So why am I sharing all this with you?
There are some massive business (and life) lessons scattered throughout it
- You don’t know how strong you are until you have to be strong.
- Don’t settle for half arsed or second best – you are here to shine!!
- It’s my belief that I am not brave, I simply deal with the circumstances I am dealt
- You can dwell on it or you can challenge yourself to do something about it
- Commit to doing the things that make you happy, it’s a cliche but you never know what tomorrow will bring.
- The simple things can be the most important in your world
- Be grateful for all you have got!
- Small steps will get you to your goal quicker. If you sprint off you will just get tired and need to rest, small steps will increase your stamina and get to the end goal quicker!
- Nothing is ever as scary as you think it will be – be bold, be tenacious, get out there and go after what you want!