Do what you love

If you do not know what you purpose may be, sit quietly and go within, asking for the answer. All of the answers are within you. Purpose defines us. Think of all the things you like to do that brighten your day and make you smile - things you would do for no money, but just for the enjoyment. I am urging you to go do it, and not give up your vision. We only live once, so do what you love to do. Find your purpose in life and work with a smile. You have a gift to share with the world. Do not be selfish, but share your purpose and gifts doing something in which you believe. The world deserves it, and so do you.

Steven E
A Search for Purpose

It's a Leopard - run away!

I am currently uprgrading my Macbook Pro to Leopard the exciting new operating system. This is probably quite a daring thing to do as there are mixed reviews of success and I am delivering training two days this week. One of these days is tomorrow and if it had failed I would have been a little short of material.

Change is a strange thing. Today it was more exciting looking forward to the prospect of new capabilities and resources than sticking with the safe, same old Mac OSX I already had. The reality is that some things are MUCH better, more intuitive and more usable. Somethings are not working as well as they were before.

It is much the same in the real world. We sometimes are compelled to change, sometimes we are excited by change. Of course change does not always give us all the things we want. The real challenge is what we do then. We can focus on the things that did not work out or we can look for solutions or even more resources to get a better outcome the next time we move forward.

As Tony Robbins says, you get what you focus on.

Was this by James Dean or about James Dean?

I came across this recently and cannot think of a more succinct philosophy of life.

"Dream like you'll live forever;
Live like you'll die today"

A Prosperous Mind

I am launching an event in 2008 - A Prosperous Mind.

Come and explore your emotional and spiritual relationship with money and find out what it really means to you. Even better find out how you can improve this relationship and make it resourceful and powerful.

Check out The Freedom Factory website - Upcoming Events

Right?

We all like to be right. It's in our nature. Even if it does feed the ego.

We all get stuck at times too. Next time you get stuck it might work to ask a question. Asking a question might just make that difference.

The question that I like is - Is it better to be right, or is it better to be resourceful?

I think therefore I am more important than you

I am, I really am more important than you.

Let me ask you a question. Have you ever felt a tension or suffered from a problem?

Perhaps I can help you. Have you ever felt cut up in traffic? Argued with a partner, a child, a friend? Hogged the remote control? Noticed someone push in front of you in a queue? Damn queue jumpers.

Or felt envious? Or desired something because someone else had it? Or generally felt a sense of scarcity? Or been on the wrong end of a bad deal?

If you have said yes, or even considered thinking that you might have said yes to any of these then there is a solution. With the thought and feeling of any of these tensions or problems inside of you, look a little deeper. Deeper down, lying underneath all of these feelings is a single thought, 'I am more important than you'.

My journey is more important than yours, my time in the queue is more important than yours, my television programmes are more important than yours, my views are more important than yours. Of course!

Maybe next time you feel the tension, a problem arising, notice this. Firstly notice the feeling of, 'I am more important than you'. Look for it until you find it, it will be there somewhere even if it is in disguise.

Secondly, ask yourself one of these two questions, ' Who will be I be without that thought?'; or, 'How can I cherish you more?'.

The truth is,
The truth is,
The truth is,
None of us are more important than you.

Sleep

Someone I do not know and it is unlikely I will ever meet lost his baby this week. He and his wife are young, it was their first and the cord got knotted. It reminded me of two things which I wanted to share in this moment, a moment which is brief and I am going to watch Phoenix sleep. A time when he is truly at peace.


For Joseph

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awake in morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there...


The second thing I wanted to share is taken from one of the most powerful and moving stories I have read, the story of Treya Wilber. Ravaged with cancer, her spirit was soaring and as strong as ever, even stronger, "Because I can no longer ignore death, I pay more attention to life".

Is it time that we all paid more attention to life? If we knew that today was our last day would we really want to spend that extra hour on Facebook or watch the Eastenders omnibus that one last time.

If it was your last day, what would you do? And what is stopping you from doing it every day?

Buddha and the Orange Cake

I am sure that if Prince Gautama was sitting with me in earthly form he too would have enjoyed each crumb of the most delicious orange cake I have ever tasted. It was possibly the best cake full stop. True manna manifest!

It may have been the surroundings, it may have been the cake. The surroundings were a small lodge set in the gardens of a magnificent Georgian manor on the edge of the Yorkshire Wolds near Pocklington. This manor is the home to a Buddhist retreat in the New Kadampa Tradition, a tradition that is a little less than traditional according to a certain Mr HH The Dalai Lama!

Nevertheless the orange cake was stunning. Each mouthful moist without being wet, crumbly without being crummy, sweet without being cloying, tart without being acidic. A perfect balance. A balance to be enjoyed each mouthful at a time. The initial bite and fullness in the mouth. Each movement of teeth and tongue releasing new flavours, new textures. The crumb of the cake, the soft sandiness of the buttercream, the tartness of the orange jam, the sweet smoothness of the orange glaze.

A cake in perfect balance. A cake in the Buddhist tradition.

The teaching at the retreat is everything you might expect from a Buddhist scholar and yet it is more. It is a vibrant teaching with humour, spiritual and secular, mindful and worldly, a curious invitation to utilise what they believe to be a true solution to suffering. One of the four noble truths of Buddhism, that there is suffering. Fortunately for us a second noble truth of Buddhism is that there can be a relief to suffering.

The day was presented as a retreat for Loving Kindness and the opening teaching was to share with us a heart warming story. When Venerable Lodro was a student he was to be taken out for a birthday treat. A special visit to the secular to contrast the spiritual. The journey was apparently a short one as they went to a local hospital to visit the mortuary and to speak to the mortician.

A lesson was learned, the most valuable lesson. To make any transformation in our lives be made truly lasting we must accept that death is certain and the only uncertainty is that the time of our death is uncertain.

With acceptance of this knowledge we can truly free our minds and live a liberated life. The only thing worse than fearing death is not to fulfil our lives because of it.

It was a truly magnificent orange cake.

Dilemma

We should never meet our heroes.

I did say that didn't I?

This leads me to a dilemma. When I knew I was adopted and eventually when I was growing up my adoptive parents told me about my birth parents and the where's and why's of my adoption. Of course I created an image in my mind of who my birth parents were and who I wanted them to be.

The reality is was very different. Our heroes are never who we want them to be and it is all about us and nothing to do with them. This has led me to a dilemma. Do I make contact or not? Of course Tony Robbins tells us that decisions based on two potential outcomes are not actually decisions but dilemmas. A decision is a choice based on a number of potential outcomes and indeed any choice always has multiple potential outcomes.

So I am going to take action. My original plan was to make contact because I love my son and cannot imagine letting go and not wanting to know what happened. This is still true.

Whatever happens next will be a whole new set of choices and I will let go of who I thought I was going to be.

Heroes

We all need heroes. A healthy relationship with a hero is a healthy basis for growth and development.

I do have one rule about heroes and my rule is that you should never meet them. I am not suggesting for one moment of course that they may be less worth meeting than the next man, it is that heroes live in a different reality to one we place them in. I remember sitting next to a potential Prime Minister on a plane journey and hoped that his grasp of the economy at large was better than his own as he spent the whole journey bickering with his PA about his expenses.

On another occasion a friend of mine met one of the UK's hardy perennial comedians who was anything but funny when the ATM he was trying to use was not entertained. Even the time I was standing in the loo at a venue when the main attraction stood next to me. He was a foul mouthed drunk with the voice of a (gravelly) angel.

Enough rambing as there is a point to all of this.

Today I have been deeply saddened by two deaths in particular. In a weekend with a spate of air crashes the one I have in mind killed four people. One of them was my hero and another was his son. The other passengers were a friend of the little boy and a grown friend of the family.

I can only recall two 'celebrity' deaths that have really moved me to tears. This was one of them and the other was Ayrton Senna. And yet there lies a confusion. Before his death I struggled to find anything about Senna that was likeable. And yet in his death he became a lost hero to me. The loss of Colin McRae, is the death of a someone who was my living hero as his father was to me before him.

What Senna and McRae had on common was an uncommon brilliance at the helm of some form of motorised transport. In both cases this was to kill them. Not of their doing but of their end nevertheless.

With Colin, his death all the more tragic as his five-year old son was with him, a likely hero to be in years to come.

I don't know why these two losses over and above the loss of the great and the good in all walks of life, or even closer family members, should move me so specifically. It is a question I cannot answer, however there is a better answer to a better question. What is it that makes a hero important to us? This is the question we need to answer above all others.

It is also answering this question that tells us the folly of meeting our heroes in real life. They can never live up to the reality we have created for them which is an extension of our own needs and wants. It is this creation in our own reality that creates a gap between who we are and who we want to be. It is the vacuum in this gap that creates growth in all of us.

I have read many words about Colin today and the gap I strive to fill is to have a fearless, flamboyant and execeptionally abundant life. To be an exceptional father and husband. Also like Colin I would like to drive it like I stole it, the phrase could have been invented for him.

Whether I would have seen this in the man in person I will never know. I am deeply saddened by the loss and yet my reality will continue. My rule is not to meet your heroes, it is not that the opportunity should be so cruelly taken away from us.

Flirt alert!

We have just been in Mallorca for the past two weeks. An excellent time of year with young children as it is not too hot and the sun less intense than June or July.

Phoenix, not quite two used the vacation to sharpen up his flirting skills (I have no idea where he gets that from). Whenever we were in a shop or a restaurant he would smile at all the pretty girls and say, 'Hola'.

It worked a treat, a free t-shirt, a free ice lolly and a few unsolicited hugs along the way. It made us very welcome everywhere we went. As the holiday progressed he refined his technique by adding, 'Bye, bye, adios', whilst waving his little fat mitt.

Just goes to show - be nice to people and you will find the world in your hand.

Something a lot different

today as I spent all day hurtling around a little corner of Bedfordshire in increasingly high performance machinery. A guest of one of my clients, I was at Palmersport which was a fabulous experience. It is great example of taking a concept and unwrapping it from the cotton wool, enriching it with customer service and creating a business that must be turnning over tens of millions just from the core circuit.

Well done to Palmersport.

I also get to wear a 'green-ish' badge as all the cars are powered by LPG and so have ultra low emissions.

A great day out.

Yes, yes, yes!

Has it really been that long since I last updated my blog, my bad.

Having a pretty laid back week this week. Went to Yes Group North last night where I had the pleasure presenting to a pretty full house. The subject was Sticky Business, some new material I have around the emotional structure of selling and the creation of sticky messages.

A lot of this grew out of the fabulous book, Made to Stick, by Chip and Dan Heath.

Give it a read, you might enjoy it.

The story unfolds...

I now have certainty as to who my birth mother was. I now need a little progress to confirm exactly where she is. It should be straightforward as there is only one person listed on the electoral rolls of the UK that has her name!

So my history that I have uncovered is this. I was born in a Salvation Army Hostel in Elswick, Newcastle for "fallen girls". My mother was just seventeen at the time. My mother got married fifteen months later at which point she would have been five to six months pregnant with my half brother George. She was eighteen at the time. I also have a half-sister who came along four years later. When she got married she was a General Store Assistant and her husband was a 'Roll Cutter'.

My mother got married in a Catholic Church (I wasn't expecting that!) and would appear to be separated, or possibly divorced.

So it would seem she was a devout Catholic in not using contraception, however the use of absitence was clearly not one of her strengths.

The real mystery remains which is what was she doing in Newcastle (I am sure there were homes for fallen girls in Middlesborough) and how did she meet my father who was anecdotally Malaysian, definately oriental?

I will decide over the next few days what to do next.

Closing the gap

I now have the birth certificate of one of my possibles and it looks increasingly likely that I am closing the gap. Over the next day or two I will have the marriage certificates that should nail the final view.

Once I have all the information I will have to decide what to do. I will of course keep you all updated with developments.

Ointment and fly in close contact

It turns out that the anecdotal input from my adoptive parents does not reflect the reality. Particularly my birthplace and the area my mother came from. So there is another possibility.

The good news is that there are only two people within a reasonable age range who live in the North of England who have my birth mothers name - which I have confirmed as correct. I have tracked both down as they have rare names and both married men with rare names!

So I have my original option and one new option. This should all be resolved within the next two weeks once all the birth and marriage certificates arrive.

What I do know is that I was born in a Salvation Army home, Hopedene, in Elswick, Newcastle. A quick Google search indicates that there are many children from this home in the same position as me. I hope they have the same level of luck I have had so far.

Get in line, stay in line

The great business practitioner, coach and speaker Keith Cunningham has a great saying, 'Get in line and stay in line'. It is a metaphor for really seeing it through to get to your goals at the end of the day.

Well I am now standing in line. I wrote to Barnado's who were my adoption agency so many years ago and they replied saying that, yes, they did have my papers and, yes, they would share them with me and, yes, there was a waiting period of around six months.

I reckon that I will have already made contact with my birth family before I get my file! Indeed it feels like a race!

Yes

I did it! After one year of trying I actually started doing and got to my very first Yes Group, the Yes Group North.

A lovely, authentic group run by the lovely and authentic Catherine Patel.

I will be back - it is in my diary now until the end of the year and I look forward to really getting to know who is who and perhaps sharing some of my secret with them.

PS There is no secret!

Whirlwind has blown by

Wow!

Well my 80% guess was wrong, however I now have a 99% confidence that I have found my lineage. It has happened so quickly.

It would appear that I have three younger brothers and sisters and the biggest surprise is that my younger brother was given the same name that my adoptive parents gave to me. I will be using an intermediary and so the call will be made in the next six to eight weeks.

Remarkable.

Interweb is a powerful thing!

That took a whole hour. A combination of knowing my birth name and where my birth was registered has given me an 80% confidence that I have already closed in on my search.

There is more synchrodestiny in that I think my mother now lives in the little village where I grew up, even though there was no connection originally!

The power of the interweb and a couple of subscriptions to www.findmypast.com and www.192.com.

Plunge

I have decided after forty-six years and five months to find out who my real family is.

What? I hear my reader ask.

Well I was fostered and then adopted by a very caring family and now that I have a son of my own I came to thinking what it must have been like to give up a child. I am sure that my birth mother will have moved on and maybe even forgotten. Knowing how the birth of a child affects you then I am not so sure.

I want to let her know that I am OK and that she has a lovely grandson. His grandmother died last year so maybe we can get him a new one.

I will put updates in here when I can. I have started a search process and so far I have made some progress and there is even a hint that I have a clue to follow. All very intriguing.

Good grief

The work life balance plan seems to have become a little unbalanced. It is eight days since my last blog and that is just too long.

At least I am not missing the sunny summer weather!

One of the things that I found working for myself is that the idea of a weekend or a bank holiday becomes less relevant, less special. Well I have my first proper weekend for a while coming up and I am so looking forward to it!

I may even have something to write in my blog!

Law of Attraction

The Law of Attraction is very attractive at the moment. The resurgence of Think and Grow Rich, The Secret and The Secret behind The Secret are all gaining a broader audience now. I am not sure what I think about these things personally however I do like two concepts from Hindu philosophy, non-attachment and single pointed attention.

Of course these elements may seem to be at odds with each other and can leave the reader confused. How can I be non-attached and yet give something single pointed focus or attention. As Tony Robbins says, we get what we focus on.

I like what Deepak Chopra says, which in my words is to give something your total focus and then let it go. Put your thought out there and do not be attached to it.

From my own experience this appears to be true. When I focus on being successful and let go of what it means to be successful then my business thrives from moment to moment. And in those moments that I am concerned as to the measure of success or where new business may come from coincide with less fruitful periods.

It is actually quite easy to track successful periods as this leads to resourceful behaviours and so more attractive situations.

Conversely times of scarcity show up in the being and is rewarded with scarcity, an ever downward spiral.

What this does not explain is that recently I have focused and let go and yet I am manifesting business offers from remote sources that in some cases I have not connected with for some time.

It is all welcomed as a gift. I do hope that I can give back.

Wet a week!

Apparently it has been raining a lot at home, which for me is in Yorkshire.

Fortunately I drove out of the rain and have been in Scotland, specifically St Andrews for the past week at Life Mastery. This is the first time I have revisited the event since my original participation at Mastery University.

It has been a wonderful week with a great crew and a great group of participants. The discussions with the crew have really revitalised my thinking in the area of developmental consciousness and I am looking forward to returning home to have some time to read and learn.

This morning we went for a Breath Walk along the cliff tops as the sun rose out of the sea. Beautiful.

Synchrodestiny

I have recently signed up for a great tool, Last.fm.

I read about these guys who made megabucks selling their web idea - only it was not just a great idea it is a great resource especially if you like music.

One of the tools is to embed your own personalised radio station in your blog so I went ahead and took advantage of that. I love music and I hope you enjoy my selection.

So the very first time it loads up it plays Gabriel by Lamb - the very reason we called our son Gabriel. It is such a beautiful, haunting and inspiring song. Seek it out and enjoy.

No time for time

The intense focus on producing the large scale bid finally came to an end and we were out of the bunker. Hopefully this was the end of the beginning and we await the clients response. The activity will be reawakened with the client feedback in preparation for our presence at the 'dog and pony' show next week.

Friday was to be a relaxed lunch with a friend and colleague that would have finished a great week off. Well if all things had run to plan. Instead repeated missed calls from Truda told a different story. It was not our son, it was his great grandmother. Hurriedly packed bags and we were in the car for the six hour drive to Devon from York.

We were lucky - the last Friday of half term is probably the easiest Friday of all if you need to do a long journey. The previous Friday would have been the opposite.

Six hours later we were at the hospital and Truda went inside to see her grandmother. Ninety-three years had taken their toll. Multiple complications and a sedentary life for at least two decades finally wears you down. She was sleeping peacefully and rested quietly that night.

Phoenix seemed to sense what was going on and was on his best behaviour - quite a stretch for a boisterous nineteen month old boy. We stayed with family for the night and returned to the hospital the next day. As we arrived to the private side ward great grandmother was somewhere between sleeping, consciousness and that final moment.

Truda was loving and Phoenix was quietly curious to see her sleeping. His energy so respectful. Great grandmother's daughters were there with pragmatic optimism. The afternoon developed as great grandmother regained consciousness and welcomed the visits of all of her direct family. Laughing and singing, memories of times past, time done and used up.

Later that evening when she was finally alone after two days of non-stop attention a very private matriarch chose that private moment to say her final goodbye.

The best laid plans

Tonight I feel like Jason of the Argonauts.

By all accounts I should be coming in over Northern California and heading down to San Diego at around now. Unfortunately I have spent today testing all forms of UK Bank Holiday public transport to get to London. San Diego was cancelled as the busy, busy, busy work I was doing last week spilled over into this week.

All being well if the 'transaction' I am supporting at the moment comes to fruition then I will get at least two years worth of work sorted out. Well at least 40% of my target which will give me huge freedom to go and find even more Freedom.

Which leads me to working the bank holiday weekend. We have a bid team meeting at 9am tomorrow - and the client wonders about our commitment!

Touching wood and crossing fingers - failing that we are depending on the raw talent of a team of thirty people working on the bid.

Oh, and why Jason? Well the effort it takes to travel the length of this country on public transport on a bank holiday weekend Sunday has to be experienced to be believed. At least I understand why the roads are so clogged.

PS Took a couple of hours out on Saturday to check out the tigers again!

Busy, busy, busy

It has been a very busy time. So much for having a lifestyle business to give myself a better balance in my life!

Mind you I spent the first three months of this year travelling and spending great time with my family.

This week is London, Edinburgh, York, London and then one day at home before jetting off to San Diego for ten days. That should be fun though - Leadership Academy - my favourite event of the year. That and the great California roll in the hotel bar.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright!

Yesterday turned out to be a bit of a surprise. The biggest surprise was ending a day out standing about 30cm from a Siberian tiger looking her right in the eye. Stunning.

Thirty years ago (I now realise I am old) I travelled to the most famous theme park in the North of England at the time, Flamingo Land. I have to say that my memory was not great - being primarily that of a soggy, dull day, a very bad piece of animal theatre where the gorilla escapes into the crowd and a sad, muddy pond with some drab looking washed out flamingoes.

For the last five years apparerently we have moved to a place only fifteen miles away and never thought to go there - until the curious young man in our lives decided he needed entertaining every weekend.

So we went and we were very surprised. In many ways it is sad that animals have to be kept in zoos, however it would be sadder if they didn't get the attention of zoos and so the animals became extinct. And praise to Flamingo Land as they have combined a typical rides style theme park with an excellent zoo with plenty of space for most of the animals.

Such a joy to watch Mini-Me running around shouting 'Camel', ' Giross', he hasn't quite mastered giraffe, 'Tortiose', 'Tractor', ' Lion', and finally, 'Tiger'.

We bought season tickets so we will be back to prowl with the tigers who live in a large pen with windows all around so you can get up close and very personal with them.

Such a wonderful day, more so as it was such a surprise.

Lead from the heart

Recently we were travelling back from Anthony Robbins Date with Destiny Gold Coast. It was Truda, Phoenix and myself. The journey door to door was an incredible thirty-eight and a half hours. A long time for a little boy of eighteen months.

What I have learned with young children is that they are designed to test you to your limits. No matter how good your state management they will push and push. Of course this all part of their natural development in establishing boundaries, and creating nurturing and engaging relationships. Well that is my story and I am sticking to it.

Certainly stuck in an enclosed space with a very active and curious young man for the seventeen hour leg from Singapore was at times very searching of my limits.

When we were deplaning (what a lovely Americanism) a man walked past and said to me, 'You really have a great impact on a lot of people'. I thanked him and thought he must have been at Date with Destiny. As a trainer you often get spontaneous feedback from people by the simple virtue of being present as they make some significant changes in their lives.

Nonetheless the gentleman came back over and said, 'I really mean it. You have touched a lot of people on this plane as they watched you care for and attend to your son.'. He went on to say, 'I never cared for my children like that. You have really made me think about how I am with my grandchildren'. He had a tear in his eye.

I was moved and thanked him for the generosity in sharing his story.

I was simply doing the best I could with the resources I had available to me at the time. I hope that I lead from my heart as this is best I can do and the challenge we all live with everyday, to come back to our hearts as the empowering resource in our lives as people.

Perhaps if you lead from your heart you will find the natural leader emerging.

Something to think about, something to feel about.

Dream new dreams

Art Berg said that we should dream new dreams.

One of my dreams is to bring an amazing and blessed individual to the UK to speak if I can find the right client, Robyn Benincasa. Robyn was the first woman to really make it big in adventure racing spending ten days in the company of four smelly men covering 500 miles of rough territory in a rough ultra-marathon over mountains, through jungles, over desert and water.

The best thing about Robyn is that she is so feminine and sweet, at the same time having biceps to shame most weightlifting men.

If there is one inspirational speaker in the world I would pay to see it is Robyn.

Today I inched that dream closer to reality and with luck and a fair wind over two thousand people will get to share in Robyn's tremendous gifts of energy, love and inspiration.

Fingers crossed.

I'm Swedish

Well that was a little surreal. I go to bed blogging in English and the next time I blog in I am Swedish! My hair is still dark (grey) mind you!

I finally worked out with my new found Swedish skills that Sprak allows you to change your language choice and indeed Swedish was ticked. How odd?

I am back to boring old English (UK) now.

It's a party!

Well parties and birthdays always go together in my mind.

This evening was actually a kind of school reunion going by the rather fancier name of alumni event. It was one of earlier employers and it was an excellent gathering, albeit rather packed, in the centre of the City.

Traditional foods were served, fish and chips which are ever so fashionable nowadays.

Indeed it was so busy that I only got to speak to around five people. Even so I got a number of leads to pursue although that was never my intention and I am still busy on my current engagements.

All in - a day well spent. Now I just need to eat less fish and chips otherwise I will no be able to see me feet at this rate.

It's a birthday!

Well I guess it must be someone's birthday today. And I am reminded by an invoice in my inbox that it is two years since I set up The Freedom Factory. How's that! Still in business too.

It was a great day - there I was travelling back to York from London on the train. I had been crewing at Anthony Robbins' UPW event in London and was with Truda. I opened my laptop and saw a whole bunch of emails from work.

The really interesting part is that whilst I know I could have responded to them I knew that my time had come. I called Cathryn, my boss at the time, and said that my time had come. I had no idea what I was going to do, I just knew I was drawn to contribute more with my life and it was done.

I was out. No salary, no bonus, no fear.

Twenty-four hours later The Freedom Factory was born.

And it is still here - and what a two years it has been.

And one more thing...

I am currently listening to the stunning Amy Seeley singing Gravel Lines. It is one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. I Stumbledupon it on a website by photographer Jesh de Rox and it is his intro music.

Track down both - you will not regret it.

Start now!

There is always a beginning and this not actually my beginning. It may be the beginning of the blog and actually I am starting the story half way through.

Today I am working in London. It is an exciting return for me working with a Big Four firm putting a bid together for a significant client engagement. It has been a few years for me since I have done this and it is all fresh again.

It is also the first time I have done this since setting up The Freedom Factory. Oh, The Freedom Factory what is that all about?

Well my experience over the last three years has taught me that finding freedom is actually a repeatable process, not an aspiration but a something we can go and get everyday. And I am a Factory worker. And what is freedom, freedom to choose happiness above all else.

And last thing, I miss my little boy tonight. His appetite for words in incredible. I must watch my language!