I’ve always been an arty type: creative, handy (that’s what people have said, though I know it is true now). I’m not a ‘main stream’ teacher of things, but there’s been quite a lot of teaching, supporting, encouraging, helping of others, sharing my ‘skills’. I enjoy doing things differently – putting my creative spin on things whatever they are or have been. Sometimes rubbing people up the wrong way through that, and never mind, I’m not for everyone – I didn’t say that bit at the time to be clear!
These days I think, well, perhaps my quirky way may nudge a different thought in someone?
The stepping stones along my path? My older, wiser self sees these now as my sign posts, opportunities; my choices to make or not.
People, connections, situations have lead me to where I am today.
Now 61, hurtling towards 62, I teach children to swim. I didn’t see that coming ten years ago. I love it, it’s joyous really being around young people. I didn’t think I would feel like that but I do, it’s refreshing, and challenging at times too. Apparently, I’m told I’m good at it too!
Who knew, 30 years ago. I thought I’d be retired by now. Ha! No – that’s not how it’s worked out.
For the last three decades I’ve been a bodywork therapist (Julie-ing as a friend refers to it ): and all that literal hands-on work eventually meant I would hang up my therapist hat due to my too-painful digits.
Before that hat of choice, my younger adult self worked in the art departments of the distorted male-dominated world of advertising. I couldn’t, wouldn’t, want to go near that now. I’d definitely be more outspoken if ever I did.
Still, I have taken nearly all my skills from then with me, knowingly or not.
Actually, not too long ago I sought the help of a life/business coach to assist my twirling procrastinations. I was told straight off that I have too many skills – it can be problematic. That might have been said in encouragement, but it didn’t feel like it at the time! It was a useful experience though – I went a different way afterwards with my suitcase of too-many skills!
Clever Clogs. What my mother often said to me, the me of now thinks: Is this a loaded backhanded compliment?
Anyway, I’m off to blow my own trumpet!Julie Benham