Today is a good day! My inner Rottweiler was released in pursuit of a large unpaid client invoice which is causing me sleepless nights. I’ve mentioned it in my stories and it’s been making me very anxious.
I find it amusing when C level executives try to intimidate me with their title. I am a business owner, CEO of my own business, so there’s little which ruffles my feathers or makes me feel the slightest bit inferior …… to anyone. We are a small business, offering our clients exceptional project delivery and customer service. But a service is invisible, unlike a delivery of 50 desks which you can clearly see sitting in your office. So, in difficult times like those we are in today, payments are delayed because there is no product we can retrieve and little we can do to recover a service already provided.
But having worked my way up from the bottom, in companies of all sizes from many nations, I know how companies work and what scares the pants off them.
Mr Big Cheese CEO is no longer wearing his pants today.
Everyone takes a poop. Nobody is better than me. We all entered the world in the same way and nobody is getting out alive. I find intimidation amusing. As long as my life isn’t in danger, I do enjoy a bit of calm but forceful confrontation to defend my interests.
I look sweet and kind, which of course I am to a point… But I hate people trying to take advantage of me. That’s when the Rottweiler appears. I learned these skills with age. Another reason ageing rocks!
What are you celebrating today? I am celebrating the start of my annual summer wardrobe sorting session which commenced today. I always forget a few pieces of clothing, and seeing them once more makes me excited for summer. We’ve had the most glorious spring this year with sunny days every day since lockdown. This week it’s been wet and rainy which has been a bit of a shock after all the lovely warm weather. So it’s ‘goodbye’ to perfect lighting and blue skies and ‘hello again’ to cloudy days and the joy of muddy boots and wet socks.
What is your favourite colour? I love yellow, pink and navy blue but there aren’t any colours I avoid wearing except brown. I know lots of women have a colour palette they stick to, but I am very random in my colour and clothing selection as I buy whatever makes me feel happy. I avoided black for a long time when I had blonde hair but I have a new found affection for black and white since ditching the dye.
Rummaging through my summer clothes last week I found this gorgeous white blouson jacket from Zara. I don’t normally wear a lot of white, but I think thats about to change. Which colour makes you happy and lifts your mood? For me, it’s hot pink or a lovely lemon yellow as a second choice.
I was asked recently ‘what are you selling?’ I’m selling a healthy midlife body and positive mindset. The cost is your time and commitment. It starts today with you appreciating you are still here and have the ability to change, to embrace and adore your perfect ageing body. One of the saddest things which has increasing monetary value and is highly sought after, is a toy which is decades old, still in it’s perfect box. No scratches, scuffs or creases. Unplayed with. Untouched. Unloved. That toy never fulfilled its purpose. I think the secret to positive ageing is to live in the moment. Not in the past. Not in the future. We are here. Now.
She has sparkling hair, or maybe cherry red… or any colour of the rainbow. It’s whichever colour makes her feel happy and confident. She cares. She’s kind. She wears what she wants. Dr Marten boots with a pretty dress? She likes it, thats all that matters. She wears her hair long, in a messy bun. Or maybe her head is shaved, an undercut, dreadlocks. Her choice. She dances, she sings, she loves her life. She knows she is lucky, she is here. She’s visible. She’s bold. She’s brave. She’s fearless. She’s wise. She loves every stretch mark from weight gained, weight lost, perhaps a baby, or maybe not. She likes her squidgy belly. It’s warm and soft. A perfect pillow. She walks. She talks. She breathes in the morning air and is thankful each day. She smiles. She makes time for herself, to be the best she can be. She’s caring. She’s mindful. She’s compassionate. She wears sexy undies, big knickers, no knickers, she can wear whatever she damned likes. She wears pink lipstick, red lipstick, no lipstick. They are her lips to choose. She has tattoos, no tattoos, dreams of tattoos, get that tattoo! She’s slim, she’s shapely, she is lean, she is the shape she wants to be. She is everything she never dared to be. This is her time to shine. She is me.