Getting Life Write

“Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can.”

Danny Kaye

Go on, slap me on my hand.  Go on.  Yup.
Thanks.  I know, I haven't written this blog for a while, and well, what can I say?  The ideas flitted by, landed on my head in the middle of a crowded tube train, and then just flew off into the sunset once I got through the door and the second helping of Vanilla Ice cream slithered peaceably down my throat.

You see life happens, work happens and practicing for a rather irrelevant charity walk happens.  But that's no excuse.   In fact, this weekend I've been thinking about procrastination and no excuses pretty often.  I've been on a free life coaching course.

Not that this little chick is about to become a life coach (well it may not be a good idea until I get a northern accent, perma tan and high heeled shoes, as all the tutors seemed to).  Nevertheless, it's not all hokum. I left feeling positive, having written a lot of goals down (they may not happen but I've written them down),  and having met the most eclectic, and in some cases inspiring bunch of people.   All of them loved people and some were genuinely nice people.

There was of course the unemployed scottish clairvoyant, who believed that the universe would provide him with a turnover of £250,000 this year.

Life coaching courses are of the moment.  They're a magnet for people who need rescuing, people looking for career change, and people looking for a shiny new nameplate for their office.  They say it works.  Others say its nothing more than a replacement for your granddad sitting you down at the kitchen table on a saturday afternoon after the football scores and telling you that you you should become an accountant because selling watermelons leads to nowhere.    Whatever, I liked it.  Roll on high heels.