Being nominated for and winning the 2016 comms2point0 lifetime achievement unaward for services to communications made me immensely proud.
I really haven’t felt like saying this in a fair while, so to put it down in words obviously means something has changed. This week has been a good week. I mean a really good week.
Good, not so much for what’s been produced workwise or on the home front, though I’ve had my moments, but in terms of realising I’ve had a period where I’ve been saying I’m fine in the usual pleasantries, when actually it’s been a bloody hard slog and I probably haven’t been fine.
I’ve noticed things this week that made me realise I’ve got my mojo back, which is good.
I recently stayed somewhere without wifi or TV. Imagine that for a minute. Pretty much cut off from the networked world. Alternatively; I’ve just been lucky enough to go somewhere and experience things I’ve never seen before or might again. Perhaps a serendipitous outcome, which is the reason for posting.
When a friend offered me a week in her newly built holiday home in the north of Scotland as a birthday present, my first thoughts were it’s 400 miles away, has no telly or wifi. But, as it was a gift, then I’d gladly accepted.
I then told the family.
“What, no TV or wifi?”
“Nope – just fresh air, countryside, the sea and probably rainbows; big rainbows mind!”
So we went and it was great to experience a new place, different flora and fauna and spend time off the matrix.
They say ‘build it and they will come’ however I spend most of my working day convincing folk that’s bunkum. Tell people something is being built, explain why, invite them to be involved; then they might come and even tell others.
It’s been a week since 198 cyclists paraded along my street. I say my street because from my house I can see the place where me and my family stood in the central reservation of the A61 to watch the Tour de France pass by. It’s the street down which I get the bus most days into Leeds where I work. It’s the street up which I brought my youngest son home after he was born. It’s our street.
This is my view every morning as I wait for the bus. There’s usually a fair bit of traffic. Last Saturday however, the road was closed all day in both directions. The Tour de France came by in the outward lane and on the inward lane, children played on their bikes and people walked in the road without worrying about traffic.
When I look for inspiration in how to start a blog post it’s amazing how many times I come back to one of the sayings my family have used over the years. I imagine that’s not untypical.
So, a classic from my mum this time…….. “it’s not what you know, but who you know.”
Now it doesn’t take Einstein to work out this must be about knowledge and knowing the people who can ‘tap it’ in the right place.