Days to Remember

Yesterday is the day that will be remembered (by me) as the day on which I finally did a handstand - a yoga one that is - which doesn't allow any kicking up.  I should admit that it wasn't unassisted but it was still the scariest thing I've done since labour - another day to remember...

Credit goes to the instructor Claire Missingham - whose yoga workshop I attended yesterday - where she broke the pose down to its individual components.  Easy when you know how?  Well not really - it's still flipping hard, but the illusion has been demystified.  In short, I made the impossible possible yesterday and I take away the lesson that if I (or anyone for that matter) wish to make changes or progress in some way it's imperative to step outside of the comfort zone.

No more treading water for this girl in any respect - NONE.

Talking of comfort zones and eschewing them for a more life affirming zone - I took the train to Manchester last week to see Pearl Jam.  In typical fashion this is a band I got into some 15 years after the rest of its fanbase.  But what a fanbase.  I thought I'd travelled a long(ish) way until I started talking to an Australian in the "beer queue" who'd not only come all the way from Brisbane to see them in the UK, he was also following the band on tour.  That's a lot of time, money and dedication but hey - beats sitting on your arse at work wondering why you hate Mondays so much.

They played a song that I have to say is sort of new to me though it's from (I'm told by an incensed Silverback) their first album - 1992 - ahem....It's called Release and now that I know the lyrics, it has taken on a whole new meaning for me.  I think you should just listen to it for yourself.

I suppose I should thank The Silverback for lending me "his" band.  I'm listening right now to the song. Yep, I'm "doing the face".  It brings a lump to my throat.  It's like a line in a book that you relate to so much, well it's like someone has just reached out from the pages and taken you by the hand. 

I'm off now to take no prisoners in life.  JAI!

Om Nama Shivaya.

The Cat That Got the Cream

Naughty, naughty!  Officially the longest gap between posts and I have absolutely no valid excuse for it.  Well, I sort of have in that I couldn't talk about the only real piece of news I wanted to talk about. And while there are other things, musings...drivel I could have bored you with I just couldn't focus for long enough on any other topic but this one. But now, finally, the gag is off.  I'm leaving my job!  I'm leaving!  I'm offski to join the other side. I'm leaving agency side PR to go in-house.  I am off to be the Media Relations Manager for 02.  YIHHHHHAAAAAA!  In the words of The Godfather: "They made me an offer I couldn't refuse" and I just could not be happier. No. More. Clients.  Gawd bless them.

It's the career equivalent of taking off a really really tight corset; like undoing the top button or two of your jeans after an "all you can eat buffet"; like putting on the comfy pants of an evening! Let the creative juices flow!  So it looks like patience and acceptance have paid off as hoped and ultimately planned.   The step back provided the run up needed to make up for ground lost in Canada.
I also get to work with one of the funniest and most talented wordsmiths I know.  Super Cool.
But before you all start feeling like I'm getting a little bit too smug, let me end this little update by telling you that last week The Homers spent a week in Magalluf....erm....that is what happens when you trust a Canuck with the booking of the family break.

For those of you who don't know anything about Magalluf - let's just say you are the lucky ones.

MEEEAOWW