It has come to me late in life but we all knew that it was going to come. When you work a normal 9-5 job in the week, you tend to lose the ability to do anything else during this time. Evenings become more recovery time than actual enjoyment and it soon becomes clear that you are not going to get anything productive achieved.
When the sun is out and the summer weather is at its peak, there is nothing better than having a cold drink in one hand and an ice cream in the other. There is something extremely satisfying about licking the ice cold treat and even occasionally watching a drip slowly making its way down the cone towards your hand.
If you are anything like me then you will suffer from this problem for about a quarter of the year. Being lucky enough to live in Britain, we do not have the world’s longest summers so it is only a problem for around two to three months.
It was a normal phone call from my sister. We just talked about the normal stuff which had happened in our week and then she asked if I wanted to join her. Of course the answer was going to be yes. If she needed some help, I would be the first to step up to the plate and help her out. Then she told me what she wanted help with and I instantly regretted my instinctive reaction.
It is one of those times when you realise that you really have become an adult. The first sign was when you heard yourself saying things that your dad used to say to you. The second sign was when you booked your own dentist appointment. Then the third and final sign was when you had to pay your own Council Tax bill.
So we have had a few really good months at work recently. When I say really good, I mean really, really good. We have managed to iron out a lot of issues in our processes and have now sped up ordering, production, processing and billing. What more could we possibly do?
It is not very often that we get the chance to stop and assess. We might do it after a major project at work or it might just be after a big night out and the morning after hangover is making you reassess your decisions. We might do these sporadically but we should do this for our lives even more often.
It might seem like a simple equation to most people. If I give the newsagent £2, they let me have the chance of winning millions. The difference that a few million pounds would make to most of our lives is huge, it would be like starting over again, but this time playing the game of life on really, really easy mode.
Yes, the pun was intended, it’s one of those jokes you would get if you were in with the bike crews. I spend my weekends worrying about revolutions and cadence. Two terms I never really knew the definition to before I put on a few pieces of lycra and headed out into the public roads.
Here’s my advice to you and it is free to everyone who feels like listening.
Go out this weekend and find your local food festival, farmer’s market or just a local vendor offering handmade and carefully produced products.