Fields of Treacle
I’m about halfway across the field. I can see the gate leading into the next field. I can see the grass waving and dancing in the breeze and I long to join it and get out of the stickiness of my current field.
This is a metaphor for how I’ve felt a lot over the past year. Waking up ready to take on the world and then, nothing. Blank mind or ideas in my head that I know are nearly there, I can almost touch them, taste them. Total frustration, wanting to scream out loud at the injustice of the situation – “I’m ready and willing, let’s do this, comeon!” What I’ve learnt, is that out of stickiness comes clarity.
In the middle of November 2015, I desperately wanted to finish my website before attending a weekend seminar, as I knew I’d be networking and handing out business cards. Unfortunately, I was in a big field of treacle at the time and going nowhere fast. About half-way through the week leading up to the seminar, it became very obvious to me that I wasn’t going to finish my site. I was gutted. After feeling sorry for myself for twenty-four hours, I figured it was better to have a ‘Coming Soon’ notification on my unfinished site rather than a ‘live’ site that I was extremely unhappy with and that did not represent me and my brand very well at all. At the event when anyone asked about my website I was honest and told them it was under construction.
About a month later, whilst drying my hair – a bit random I know but you have no control on when clarity strikes – I suddenly realised that I was targeting the completely wrong audience (cue ‘lightbulb- going-on-in my-head’ noise). I’d made it through the gate and into the next field. Suddenly, there I was happily running, skipping and laughing my way across the field of waving grass, not a care in the world.
Keep Moving Forward
Needless to say, my website is now up and running and I’m extremely proud of it. I now understand that I just need to keep moving forward, keep putting one foot in front of the other and trusting that out of stickiness comes clarity. I’ve learnt to cherish the sticky times, as I now know that they are teaching me new lessons and giving me new insights. I’ve also realised that I am right where I need to be at any given moment, whether this is a field of treacle or waving, dancing grass.