Life has certainly blessed me with diversity. I wear a variety of hats as part of my professional life walk and more often than not these hats realise many fun-filled experiences.
For as long as I can remember, I have been in an ongoing argument with the fat cells that contribute to number on the scale that is my weight. Across the years, this number has expanded and contracted and expanded again.
As the thoughts rattle around in my head, what will I blog about today??….you know I only promised to share at least one blog a week when WTF went live….this blogging gig is harder than I thought. Seriously, sit me down with a coffee or hey lets open a bottle of fine red and start chatting….we could still be chatting in a week….solving all matter of the world’s problems.
Sometime ago I remember listening to a keynote speaker who opened his presentation using the humble of cup of tea as his metaphor for life. In essence, his metaphor centred around the simplicity of choice, once upon a time – the humble of pot tea was the centre piece cure-all for many of life’s perplexing situations.
If someone had told me I would take a flying leap of faith out of a perfectly good plane at 10,000ft or walk across hot coals with my bare feet…I’d have had them committed. Well I’ve done both and never felt more alive!