tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37114222024-03-13T06:31:10.027+00:00Eternally Neurotic<i>This blog is about a lot of things, all of which are linked by one common factor: me. I love music, dancing, coffee and, above all, learning (about things and people). People have described me as pretty and random (or maybe just pretty random). Be nice.</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.comBlogger2111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-37045055806777743102018-03-02T16:07:00.002+00:002018-03-02T16:08:18.395+00:00The Power of Vulnerability and Storytelling - A Saturday well-spent
I had the exquisite
and utter privilege of attending hugely inspiring workshop titled “The Power of
Vulnerability and Storytelling” over the weekend. I found the workshop through
a link in a WeAreTheCity bulletin and was intrigued by the title, given I’m interested
in both topics (In brief, I’ve listened to a few talks on vulnerability,
including one organised by The School of Life in 2012, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-21040973126508249422018-01-12T12:28:00.000+00:002018-03-01T12:31:17.123+00:00Goal for 2018
If you asked me which goal I would love to achieve, no matter how unattainable, I would tell you that I would love to find a way to set free the “me” that I am with my close friends, and have that version of me come out in all situations and settings.
It’s been commented on that I light up when I am around my close friends, and that’s absolutely true. I’ve noticed it myself. I am so Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-48896628532267885712017-12-20T17:00:00.002+00:002017-12-20T17:00:20.311+00:00Under new managementThere have been a lot of departures in my company over the last few months, and the one I am most sad about is the departure of my regional manager. I said goodbye to him yesterday.
He told me that he very much enjoyed working with me (most people do, fortunately), and that "with me on a project, I have no doubt that you will find a way to make it happen."
Very nice words indeed, especially Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-83917383756754341102017-04-11T10:44:00.000+01:002017-04-11T10:44:46.583+01:00Beau Lotto's Vision - Neuroscience and CreativityMy company has done a lot in the past year or so to foster people whom they perceive to have leadership potential. It really helps to have someone who doesn’t come from a pure HR background administering this as well, as the energy and ideas they bring to such a programme have been truly refreshing. One of the benefits of this programme that I have been able to enjoy is my company’s membership ofAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-21488367423955080682017-03-06T22:11:00.001+00:002017-03-06T22:17:45.036+00:00How to make infographics – a workshop by Delayed Gratification“What’s an infographic?” my colleagues asked me last Thursday as I was packing up to leave. At the time, it wasn’t a question I knew how to answer without resorting to a Google image search, but, now, having attended a workshop on how to make them taught by none other than the masters of infographics themselves, Delayed Gratification.
First off, I should stress that the workshop ticket was a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-58426611473221043942017-02-05T17:08:00.001+00:002017-02-05T17:13:47.714+00:00GoalsIt’s that time of the year again. The time when you take stock of the previous year, and figure out your goals for the upcoming 11 or so months. At least that’s how January always makes me feel. And the fact that I’m writing this in February should be a good indicator of how January 2017 has gone for me.
In many ways, it feels as though I’ve been in a state of flux since I got married, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-14414435072871401682016-09-26T22:31:00.001+01:002016-09-26T22:31:24.539+01:00PrideIt's been over a year since I took a leap of faith and changed roles within my company. After such a long time of working in the same function, it has been strange, terrifying and exciting to now be in a position where I am no longer the expert. Particularly in a time in which my industry is undergoing a significant amount of change and we are all expecting a restructuring to take place in my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-28243130682289759752016-04-24T20:54:00.001+01:002016-04-24T21:00:24.599+01:00The unintentional hiatusHas it really been that long since I last updated this?
I could have sworn I started on a post earlier this year, having had a wondrous month of dancing in January. Clearly, that was only in my head.
There has been so much that has happened, and, at the same time, so very little to write about.
First off, yes, we got married and we are tremendously happy. Just in case anyone was concerned thatAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-64081917996297704352015-08-31T11:55:00.001+01:002015-08-31T12:01:38.544+01:00Wedding Planning – the processThere are so many aspects of a wedding that anyone could ever write about. I had been meaning to do so over the last few months, more to keep in blogging practice, as opposed to sharing any real information and insight, although if I did manage to do so in the process, then, of course, that would be a happy bonus.
With less than two weeks to go, I am not sure what precisely to focus on:
The Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-42674824976577605102015-08-17T22:15:00.001+01:002015-08-31T12:03:04.329+01:00Engagement photos with Jonathan OngWe got our engagement photographs back over the weekend, two weeks earlier than expected, and they were well worth the money we spent on them.
We were a little nervous when we had our session in early July; after all, we are not natural theatrical people who can strike up a pose when the moment calls for it. The boy points out that my whole demeanour changes when I notice a camera trained on meAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-4277007453687029782015-04-14T21:43:00.001+01:002015-04-14T22:00:33.438+01:00Dance like nobody’s watchingWow oh wow oh wow!
I had the most incredible dance weekend ever, and that’s despite my encountering a number of rather silly problems which caused me to miss a number of workshops.
This wasn’t the same as previous weekenders where I was determined to get to as many workshops as possible in order to make up for my suffering my usual lack of confidence on the dance floor. Instead, because the boyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-47929988330419751642015-02-22T23:05:00.005+00:002015-02-22T23:06:57.372+00:00Wedmin
Less than seven months to our big day!
Achievements unlocked
Venues for wedding ceremony and wedding reception - Check!
Officiant - Check!
Marriage preparation course - Checked!
Wedding dress - Check!
Wedding reception dress - Check!
Wedding photographer - Check!
Beauty regime - Check!
E-mail addresses - Check!
Guest list - Check!
Save the date design - Check!
Sending out save the dates - Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-59038145017583443462015-02-08T21:38:00.004+00:002015-02-08T21:39:51.336+00:00ChangesI must really thrive on being overloaded, as, on top of the wedding, yoga and dancing, I've decided to make this year extra-busy for myself by getting a new job. Not just any job, mind you, but a role that I've been wanting for years now, since ever before I met my fiancé. And, to make things even more challenging, it's a role within the same company, so I can't just drop everything the moment I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-32194861929689058942015-02-04T21:17:00.001+00:002015-02-08T21:40:02.341+00:00Spoke too soon (aka wedding admin is never over)So, it would appear I spoke way too soon of "free weekends" in this post. While I had half of the big items done, there were still other things to deal with, such as (1) registering for marriage preparation, (2) booking a Catholic church and priest to officiate at our wedding, and, what I'm finding is the toughest of them all, (3) getting a wedding photographer. To top things off, I had an Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-79462332019835754272015-01-10T22:20:00.001+00:002015-02-08T21:40:27.063+00:00New year, new startSo, here we are. The first full proper weekend of 2015 after the first full proper week of work and yoga. It's been such a busy week that it's hard to think that we've only just had Christmas and New Year. Still, I suppose that's a good sign, particularly in this economy.
I'm still on a bit of a high from having purchased my wedding dress and booked the wedding banquet venue, which must mean Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-76400672876712166872014-12-28T15:45:00.001+00:002015-02-08T21:40:44.822+00:00On trackHere we are, almost at the end of 2014, a year which has, quite frankly, whizzed by so fast that I am not entirely sure what's happened. That's a good thing, I suppose. A year that goes by so quickly because I'm doing so many different things, that I have no time to rest, other than the magical Christmas period when my office decides to close.
It's been a nice few days of doing nothing much (Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-86039990171339564182014-11-02T16:58:00.001+00:002014-11-02T17:21:33.211+00:00Happiness
I've realised that I tend to blog less frequently when I am happy. I'm usually happy when I've got loads to do, so that may be one reason, though, recently, I've (reluctantly) acknowledged that I've gotten to a stage where I prefer going to dinner and house parties, compared to clubbing all night. I'm maturing. It had to some time!
There's been a lot going on over the last few months in everyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-17242140358331177952014-06-24T22:28:00.004+01:002014-06-24T22:28:28.157+01:00Wedding dressesI seem to have been struck by the worst cold I have ever suffered in my entire life. This, of course, means that I am spending far too much time on the Internets, and most of that has been spent ooh-ing and ahh-ing over pretty white dresses which are completely unaffordable, which has only added to their desirability.
I went to a bridal shop two weeks ago for a designer's trunk show. Silly me Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-13155991387674322582014-06-13T22:50:00.001+01:002014-06-24T22:30:28.791+01:00EngagementRight, as the more eagle-eyed among you may have spotted, there’s a ring around my ring finger in the picture of me holding the Regent Tweet cards. That’s because I’m engaged!
It happened a few weeks ago, and my lovely fiancé caught me completely by surprise. I’m now in semi-panicky bride planning mode, trying to figure out when, where, whom and how to finance this. I supposed that’s normal, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-86339547999363584642014-06-09T20:29:00.003+01:002014-06-09T22:14:44.024+01:00Regent Street Tweet 20142014 marks the fifth year that Regent Street are holding their annual Regent Street Tweet. This is the second time I have attended this event. The first time I went was in 2010, I think, and pretty much marks the time I started using Twitter seriously. Now, 16,000 tweets later, here I am. My morning didn’t begin too auspiciously when I discovered that my house keys had gone missing and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-76659397563643845002014-04-06T21:44:00.005+01:002014-04-06T22:16:46.776+01:002014 Q1 ReviewWell, gentle reader, as you will no doubt have realised, I have not been blogging at all much recently. It's been a strange combination of being too busy, yet not feeling that I've had anything really interesting to blog about. If you asked me in person whether I thought I had an interesting life, I'd answer in the affirmative. I'm constantly doing things outside of work that I'm happy to be Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-47377194446098388492014-01-24T22:27:00.001+00:002014-01-24T22:27:31.128+00:00Happy New Year, somewhat belatedly.I hope 2014 has been kind and gentle to you all so far, and that, if it hasn't, that it only gets better from here on.
I had what both my surgeon and I hoped would be my last consultation this evening, but, as it turns out, given the slow progress of my legs, it wasn't, and I still have another six to eight weeks of physiotherapy to go. As he said, while he was hoping he would be able to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-74999194746352327692013-12-08T22:04:00.002+00:002013-12-08T22:04:43.143+00:00Goodbye CrutchesI have been crutch-free for three - yes, three - days now. I've had thoroughly full days on each and every one of those days, and though my legs have been feeling shaky and I still lose my balance every now and then, it's a glorious feeling to not be relying on a stick anymore, even if my reliance had dwindled down to 5% or 10% of the time.
To be perfectly honest, it's not even the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-4139394392210949012013-11-29T08:07:00.001+00:002013-12-08T21:56:58.986+00:00Returning to life as I used to know itLast week heralded the start of a new phase in the recovery process: returning to the office.
On the Friday before my last week of working from home (as mandated in my sick note), my surgeon decided that he'd rather have me working three days in the office, and two days from home, so as to give my legs the opportunity to build up their strength as opposed to plunging straight back in. He also Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-40716072198733194202013-11-13T23:13:00.000+00:002013-11-13T23:17:30.207+00:00PhysiotherapyI've had two sessions of physiotherapy so far. I really wasn't too sure what to expect for the first session, not having done too much other than yoga and the post-op exercises over the five weeks since I had my surgery. I didn't even think to bring shorts to my first session, although I was wearing trackies that I could roll up above my knee, so that wasn't too bad.
For my first session, she Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0