First, I received an email about my heavenly dentist. I am not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it here, but he is gorgeous! And also a very good dentist.
I never mind going there. I did mind when a few years ago he told me it was a good idea if I’d just come in “once a year instead of twice, because you have such great teeth, there’s never anything wrong.”
Honest, yes. Disappointing even more so.
Imagine the tenfold of such a disappointment when I read the email his assistant sent me, about all his Tuesday clients being moved to another dentist.
Somewhere two nights later I woke up and felt my sorrows transform into glorious hope as I realised his Tuesday clients were moved.
The next day I changed my appointment (for May 2022, imagine my thoroughness!) from a Tuesday to a Thursday.
Result: I was a happy dental camper again, looking forward to my next check-up, and felt a little high over my clever solution to keep my yummy dentist.
As it turned out, I needed this high, because it’s what’s gotten me through the past week.
Anyone who has had cancer or who knows someone who has had any form of this illness, can probably relate to the fear of it returning with practically every cough or sneeze.
Anyone who’s ever had their blood checked can probably relate to a certain level of panic when you receive the results on the same day as you went in to get tested.
My mum’s had cancer ten years ago.She has check-ups every year and so far, they’ve always been negative (or positive for us).
This year, she also had some blood taken and that’s where all the bells and whistles went off.
Bad news travels at the speed of light, good news at the speed of molasses
Her GP personally made sure she got an appointment in the hospital ASAP this week – the oncology and haematology department.
That’s when I knew she was going to die.
Her test results are not 100% conclusive, but the specialist said it was very likely a form of chronic leukemia. Not the nicest news, but…
Even if this form isn’t curable it is treatable. She could, potentially, still make it to 100 with it.
Safe to say this, despite the shadowy nature of the news, it was still MUCH better than anything my mind came up with.
So, I was ready to end my week on a mid-high, with my mum not dying and my personal dentist success.
Why is it that siblings always have to ruin everything ?
When I told her about Mr. Dreamy Dentist, my sister asked me if I’d looked him up on social media already.
I should have known better than to fall for that…
I learned that my dreamy dentist is absolutely nothing like the person my mind’s made him up to be. In fact, he’s not half as interesting as I thought he was!
Actually, my findings have made me look at him from a completely different point of view – and it’s not a good one!
What a massive turn-off that was. Oof!
Thank goodness I never acted on my infatuation: we are a mismatch made in every place but heaven, I’d say!
To make up for this new disillusion I slapped my sister – accidentally right on her injection mark (she got her second anti-COVID shot today).
Then again: no good deed goes unpunished.
How was your week? Any dreams gone up in smoke? Or did they become real?
I was more than ready to throw the towel in the ring and call it quits on my coaching business; who was I kidding? I’d surely never have another paying customer again!
In fact, I had given myself until the end of this year to get one client, or else I’d end the existence of my business on January 1st.
Or 2nd, probably, seeing as everything is always closed on New Year’s Day.
My business coach (I am currently enrolled in a programme trying to figure out how this “running your own business”-thing works) tried to talk some courage (read: sense) into me.
She even went as far as to congratulate me: “You are now really a business owner, an entrepreneur,” she exclaimed. And then she had the audacity to – literally – applaud me for the pain I was going through.
“It’s all part of the process” – Eugh. Where have I heard that before?
(Hint: that was in coaching school. And that teacher had been right)
Anyway, that’s when I heard about alignment, inner beings and manifesting.
Basically, according to the Universal Law of Attraction, we can get anything we want, as long as we believe in it. If we believe it can happen, no matter how, when or where, we can attract anything we wish for in our lives.
(That’s the short version, for more info on manifesting and the Law of Attraction I highly recommend spending some time on Google on a lazy – and possibly rainy – Sunday afternoon)
All that we are is a result of what we have thought
So I did the unthinkable. Which is kind of my thing, but still.
What I did was this: I sat for a bit, alone in my room, and just shouted internally: “I want a client! I WANT A CLIENT!!”
Clients don’t fall from skies, I know, and just wanting something alone won’t make it happen per se.
But here’s where it gets a bit… odd.
Also a few weeks ago I entered an online challenge to learn Google Ads, my best friend and forever nemesis in one (it’s possible).
I did everything I was taught and more, and after a while I had created an online ad to attract more traffic to my renewed website – first get the data before you can measure the data.
However… Google kept saying the ad wasn’t showing. All zeros: zero shows, zero clicks, zero costs.
I did everything I could, searched all over the web, but failed to find a solution for my problem. Switching the ad off and on and off again did nothing; the zeros remained.
Until I checked my billing info, where it said my ad had generated over 100 clicks within a few days… Whut?
Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get.
So, somehow, my ad was working, even if the results were not showing (this issue is still to be resolved by Google).
Here’s the breakdown: as I was shouting at the Universe that all I wanted were clients, my underdeveloped online ad was silently luring people to my website. My website, that I had just renewed with the helps of my business coach to speak more to my ideal client. Really grab their attention.
And somehow, some of those people stuck around.
On the same day my frustrations were growing so intense I was counting down the months to go before I could call it quits, I got an email request from someone who’s now my client.
They are the first of three. In threeweeks’ time.
Have I suddenly made it as a coach? Am I suddenly successful? Nope, nowhere near.
But I am on my way again.
And I have learned something: maybe this whole manifesting what you want isn’t such a crazy idea. Perhaps there’s actually some truth in it.
Plus, truth or not, at least there’s no harm in trying.
I’ve stocked up on 10 tests and 10 special binders for my clients. Let’s see if I can manifest all of them to be used up before the end of this year 😉
Do you believe in the Law of Attraction and manifesting your wants? Or do you have other ways of dealing with frustrations and desires? Let me know in a comment!
Okay, so, here I am. With lots of new ideas (I even made a brainstorm-thingy!) and actually sitting down to breathe some life back into my blog.
And all I find is an infuriating block editor… What the […] am I to do with this?!
Has anyone got any ideas on how to go back to the classic editor, apart from downloading plugins or creating a “classic block” or any of the other 100 free ideas I’ve spent this whole afternoon trying (and that don’t work)?
Even the trick of saving a post as a concept and then editing it under “classic editor” doesn’t work any more. I’m so confused! And lost!
And angry! It’s as if all the blocks are working against me! Nothing works the way I want it to, it’s frustrating me! :O
Or could this be really the end of my personal blog? Is this the Universe trying to tell me to stop mucking about and pull the plug already?
I mean, if every post is going to be a battle with WordPress, why bother?
I was only away for 2,5 months! How come everything’s changed!? O_O
And if I stop using WordPress Free, where does that leave me? Do I change my business blog into English and more personal and hopefully meet you all there?
But how’s that going to get me new clients if my business is all-Dutch?
Or do I just stop writing for fun altogether?
I’ve got so many questions and no answers! Oof, I need some tea and chocolate to process all this…
How are you all doing this? Have you found a way to work with the block editor or were you successful at reverting to the classic one?
“The art of simplicity is a puzzle of complexity” – Douglas Horton
You know you have changed as a person when you’ve passed a life test with flying colours. A test that, years ago, you’d never have succeeded in finishing, for the simple fact that there was (literally) a piece missing.
Are you ready for a little paradox?
Over the Christmas holidays, me and my mother took it upon us to finish a puzzle of 1,000 pieces. Don’t ask me why, because neither one of us is into jigsaws, yet we thought this would be a fun challenge.
We started on Christmas Eve and a few weeks later (we didn’t work on it every day), this was the end result:
It feels like I spent hours looking for that missing piece, but I failed to find it. It could be anywhere or nowhere at all (maybe it wasn’t even in the box to begin with, who knows?). In reality, though, I’d given up my search in about ten minutes.
The absence of this one meagre puzzle piece would have felt like a thorn in my old self’s eye and I wouldn’t have been able to step over it for days, weeks maybe. Perhaps I’d never have been able to really accept the frustrating fact that one lousy piece was missing – a failure, even if 999 pieces are in place, the annoyance of that one piece missing would instantaneously destroy any feelings of success.
The new me sighed it off after a mere few minutes and carried on with her life. There’s more important things to worry about, I thought.
That’s your paradox right there: that one piece missing from the jigsaw is also a lost piece I’ve found in my personality. I’ve grown.
That silly we’ll-never-do-that-again* puzzle might be unfinishable, I am working on my own personal completion, one piece at a time.
How have your holidays been? Any pieces you’ve added to your own puzzle?
*My mum’s birthday is coming up and as a surprise gift I’ve ordered a custom made jigsaw, another astonishing 1,000 pieces, of her grandchildren. I’m afraid we’ll actually do it all again, but I hope this time we won’t be missing any bits
PS: I am slowly coming back to life and I’ve put “WP” in my journal. That’s code for “I hope to make time this week to read up on all if your blogs” (finally)!
“Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture” – Emil Cioran
Well, that writing challenge sure was over sooner than I thought… It’s been put on my list of things to do one day, yet I suppose we all know that’s code for probably never.
And I’m not even sorry about it.
For the past 29 days I have not really been sorry about anything. Like not working on my business – not sorry.
Neglecting my appearance – not sorry.
Not working out – not even going to try and be sorry about this one.
The thing is: I have insomnia. Don’t ask me what keeps me up at night, please, because I don’t know. I know it’s more than 1 thing, or else I’d be able to answer that question.
I know the English equivalent is about a camel and a straw, but in Dutch we say “it’s the droplet that makes the bucket spill”.
I feel as if I am the bucket, and I was doing okay, then all of a sudden all these small, seemingly irrelevant little things happened all at once and now I’m spilling over as if it’s the only thing I’m left knowing how to do.
Things as my eldest sister turning evil and trying to feed me cherry pie. Like, really? I’ve hated cherries all my life, never even as much as eaten half a one, and you dare ask me if I’m sure I “don’t want just a small piece?” – talk about crap acting, too. She “did not get anything else as a treat for her 41st”, because she “assumed everyone would enjoy the cherry pie.” Imagine the whole family munching away and me sitting there with nothing.
And no, it’s not the cake. I couldn’t care less. It’s being excluded that hurt. Deliberately excluded. So there was that.
Then there was a series of happenings involving a series of ex-classmates. One of them started her own business, and even if she’s doing something completely different than me, she got double the Facebook likes in one week than I’ve managed to collect in two years. It makes me feel as if everyone sees it, you know, The Secret To Running A Successful Business, but me. I’m definitely missing something here, and it’s more than Facebook likes (which is funny, because I hate Facebook and normally don’t care too much for likes of any kind, anywhere. It’s just the thought of me doing something wrong and not knowing what).
About a month ago I’m driving my car and what do I see when about to hit a roundabout? A giant blown-up face of another ex-classmate who’s running for a local government office position (I don’t even know where to begin trying to explain this, so just picture a massive head on a poster and a terrible slogan to accompany it). It scared me. Not just the face (he is actually younger than me yet looks about 10 years older!), but the fact that he’s the main face of a big political local party and I am… where in my life, exactly?
Then my birthday comes along and I am not even allowed to take revenge on Evil Sister, because I live with my parents and, well, they just love to see their grandchildren munch away at home-made apple pie. So there you have it: my own sister treats me like sh*t, won’t talk about what’s bothering her and instead decides to go full passive aggressive on my butt, and I cannot even strike back because of her children. It’s like they’re her shield to avert attacks from outside. Yuck.
It feels as if I am still the doormat I have been trying so hard not to be. “Take the punches, but don’t ever think of hitting back or else I’ll keep the kids away from mom and dad and it will be your fault” – that’s what I hear, in my head. It’s quite possibly not entirely fair, but Evil Sister has once said: “Maybe I shouldn’t come home for a year and then they’ll respect me more, too” (referring to our other sister’s one-year disappearance act), so I am not keen on proving my theory either right or wrong…
And of course, my business is doing sh*t as well, and no, it’s not just COVID, it’s me! I have no *** idea what I am doing, and even if I am convinced I am a super coach (I actually really do believe I am great at coaching!), I lack in the Getting Clients department.
What also doesn’t help is that the person I hired to teach me all that jazz, a) has postponed the programme I enrolled in due to personal matters and b) possibly doesn’t understand me.
I am not like other people. You say things as social media following and I don’t get excited, I shiver. And what the heck would I do with email addresses if people were to sign up for my blog or website!? Why should I pester anyone with “special offers” when I’m really more into attracting people who already know they want a coach?
I’ve had coaching clients in the past. None of them signed up for any list, downloaded any free email clickbait or decided they should follow my persona because I am “so cool”.
I reckon it worked fine for all of us, really, but now all I hear is how building a list of emails is a must to be a self-employed coach (or anything else).
Al I am trying to say is that I don’t get it, the whole entrepeneuring-thing. To me, following what everyone else does because it works feels… fake. If there’s only one way of becoming a successful self-employed coach, wouldn’t that mean we’re all essentially doing (and being) the same? The same motives, the same techniques, the same methods, the same websites, the same stories, all over and over. Endlessly repeated like we’re The A-Team reruns on TV. How can you stand out when you’re only ever copying others?
There has got to be a different way, surely? But… I haven’t found it yet and so far it’s kept me from having had any clients in 2020. So, do I relent or do I keep fighting?
Anyway, to sum it all up: my life feels like a joke. And it’s a feeling that’s been simmering in the background, but has come to a boil due to all these separate events that quickly followed one another.
Have I mentioned yet that what keeps me up at night is my head spinning? As if I can’t turn it off, no matter how tired I am (and I am tired!! So, so tired!). My heart often beats so loud it’s as if it’s trying to come out of my chest, and every time I am about to fall asleep, I am immediately jerked back to sleeplessness by a panic attack or two, that increase in waves and force as the night lingers on.
My doctor (who is finally retiring!! BEST NEWS OF 2020!!) prescribed me highly-addictive sleeping pills that work – sometimes. Sometimes they don’t.
At least they’ve given me a goal for 2021: detoxing.
December 3rd is my date with – irony inserted here – a GP-linked coach.
In five days I am going to talk about my issues with a man who has the job I want.
Who knows, maybe he can give me a hint or two.
This post is growing much longer than I’d imagined… Perhaps I have more on my mind than I thought, after all – and this is just the tip of the iceberg, really.
Anyway, that’s why I’ve been even more silent than I normally am: I don’t sleep. I am exhausted all day long, yet when it is time to close my eyes and drift off, all I do is panic.
And I wish I could say I am not sorry about that, but I am. Very much.
I refuse to give up, though. So what if I am different and it’s hitting me harder than it’s ever done before? I’ve had a long walk and talk with a good friend yesterday, and it’s helped me clear some things up.
And then there’s this last song, of course. My personal anthem, if you will. I don’t give up. I don’t run. Not from panic attacks, not from Evil Sisters and surely not from really scary giant old-looking men’s heads on posters (although when encountered in real life, I’d definitely run!).
You don’t get me down. I know, you keep me up.
But you also give me plenty of time to overthink my strategy.
Luctor et emergo.
I struggle and overcome – again and again and again. And again.
Here’s to everyone suffering from anxiety, stress, insomnia or all of the above:
We might not sleep. But we don’t run away from our problems, either.