CalmSpace Coaching

History (Partial and Partial)

It was September last year (remember when the media wasn't obsessed with referendum?)

I had spent 18 months working to build my coaching business. With sporadic success. It was insufficiently rewarding, both professionally and financially.

So, at sixty one and three quarters, it was time for another change.

Therapist, Salesman (a terrible terrible job and one I was totally unsuited for), Arts Management, Trainer, Child Counsellor, Human Resources, Optical Technician, Ice Cream man, fruit picker, making people redundant for people who didn't have the guts to do it themselves, sucking up to p**s poor senior management (you know who you are). All had been tried and found wanting.

I had flirted with the idea of teaching a few times, I like kids, I'd enjoyed my experience of being a trainer, nice and secure, semi-decent money. The plan was to do the training, get a nice part time job in a junior school. Lovely jubbly.

Except that you have to pay for the training. And pay to live while you are training. And primary school teachers work, on average, 59 hours a week. And they test kids at 6/7. Yeah, really. What Tory eejit $€¥$€ thought that up. And the bureaucracy. So that was out.

I was getting a bit despondent. And then someone suggested TEFL. (Thanks Fran - yes people will be named in this blog).

As someone who loves travel, especially if it's travel to nice hot countries with great food, this seemed an interesting idea.

So a whole new career was born. Well it is more of an embryo at the moment, but you get the point.....

In 8 days I will be flying to Hanoi. And taking a very deep breath. This feels like a risk. To be honest quite a big one. I have moved out of the my apartment, got rid of most of my possessions and I am not at all sure what I will do if this doesn't work out. (Apparently adding a bit of drama to your writing makes it more likely that people will come back)

Now, on to Task 219 - Tenses and Timelines.

Distracted…

By football.

By people calling me about buying my car

By people calling me about a car accident I haven’t had but can’t not answer in case they are calling about buying my car.

By dreaming about saying goodbye to my therapy group and then turning up the next week anyway to find it full of North London guitar playing hippies.

By the need to do some ironing.

By worrying that I am not studying hard enough.

By lying in bed on Sunday morning

By writing this blog

Don't we all?

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