These Days

September has been an interesting month. Interesting and challenging at the same time. I like interesting things, and I like challenges. There’s been travel….from Boston to Denver, and every town in between. Well, not exactly, but it’s a musical reference which only the very special will recognise and acknowledge. Mine reads more like St Tropez to Lausanne, and Basel, Nyon, Liverpool, London, Leeds, Paris and Oslo in between. Fast and fun, but happy to spend a couple of weeks in Lausanne now and recharge.

There’s been plenty of work. Busy times at work with Euro qualifiers, Matchday 1 and 2. A couple of trips to Basel have given me some good experience and met some cool new people. More Basel fun in October and November and I am looking forward to both those visits.

There’s been the birth of a new project. This is a fun one, but one I am very excited about. It is the start of a number of projects that are going to born in the coming months and who knows where they will lead. I almost feel pregnant, it is probably the closest I will come to feeling that way. Giving birth to a number of little babies, watching them grow and hopefully succeed. I don’t like nor deal with unsuccessful stuff, and I won’t stop until these babies bloom. Failure and obstacles are overrated.

I decided to take a new approach in September. I have never been afraid of the principle of change and I am not one to dwell and labour on things which are not working. That is why I decided to cross dress in September. I was fed up with the usual mundane clothes and I thought I would mix things up a little bit and wear HJ’s clothes. The story on Monday actually goes something like this:

7am - Wake up after another average sleep. Sleep is overrated.
7.45am – Packed for Basel, dressed and coffee traveller prepared.
8am – Last minute checks for anything missing for the next two days in Basel. Check, check, and check.
8.15am – Final preparations, and leave the house with HJ.
8.20am – Jump on the bus with HJ to the station for me, to work for HJ.
8.22am – HJ asks me if I am wearing her coat.
8.23am – The label says yes.
8.24am – I come to terms with the fact that I am going on official business in cold Basel for two days, in a lady’s coat.
8.30am – Go to the post office
8.45am – Take the train to Basel

Fast forward two days:

3am – Go to bed after finishing work
9am – Ignore alarm ringing in my ear and roll over
10am – Wake up after another average sleep (sleep is overrated), throw my lady’s coat back on and hit the road

Outcome

Reputation still in tact and potentially enhanced as a new leader in fashion

I am now ready to face October and more challenges. If you’re having a tough time, throw on your lady’s or boy’s coat and ride the waves. It does wonders.