How to be less impatient (through the expensive lesson of forex)

So it turns out, at the age of 30-something, I have discovered one of my greatest flaws: impatience. But being an impatient asshole makes sense when it comes to all my other problems: checking social media compulsively, giving up on projects too early, even accepting the first job offer that comes along instead of waiting for something better. Impatience has become a particularly important at the moment as I embark on yet a new journey: forex trading.

Now, I can already hear your eyes rolling out of your heads and bouncing across the floor. Forex trading is infamous for bankrupting desperate people obsessed with get-rich-quick schemes. Friends tell of stories of people losing their life savings on trading. Only idiots would do it. Even the trading software I use notes that 90% of people lose money on it. It’s a losing game that only intensely arrogant people can imagine winning.

But heck, I’m also seeking distraction and it’s nice to think about ways of actually making money instead of losing my savings to finance an app that may not lead to anywhere. If it takes off, the benefits massively outweigh the downsides (and this is really the project of my partner than my own) and it can help me free up time for projects I care more about.

So, after a couple of weeks of trading on a demo account, and testing a strategy that seems to work 70% of the time, the moment I begin using real money, I start leaking it. So far, I have personally lost £314. I’m on a losing streak.

I am not a cool, calm dog who puts on a trade and sits back and gets on with something else. I’m at the edge of my seat, heart pulsating with every rise and fall of a bar. It’s stupid. I’m emotionally ripped up. On the demo account, I was more relaxed about mistakes; but now I’m eyeing trades in real time, as opposed to letting things go. I’m also making basic mistakes, which would have been fine on a demo account, but now feel intensely stupid on live.

But this is also one of the best lessons I can learn right now: be patient. The reasons I fail are so obvious to me. While part of this is obviously just bad luck, it’s impatience, hope and greed that’s getting in my way. Forex trading is like fighting a dragon that has my face on it. Here are just some of lessons I’m learning:

  1. I’m hunting for trades
  2. Because real money is involved, I have a work day mentality attached to it. That means I want to get things done by a certain time or have accomplished a certain number of trades a day. I set my own targets instead of waiting for opportunities come my way.
  3. I do not think the rules apply to me; I base some of my decisions based on hope instead of objective factors that may impact the trade (e.g. high impact news)

But since this year began, the lesson I need to learn most is to let things play out and to be able to wait for things to happen without getting too emotionally whipped up by them. You have no control in forex trading; once you’ve placed your trade, you just have to wait to see what happens. You cannot will things up or down, no matter how hard you stare at a screen. This tendency to stare and hope and will things into reality will not make it more likely to happen.

These are two important things that I need to work on:

  1. Have patience, let things play out
  2. I do not have control over the outcomes, only the set up

This idea of not having control over outcomes is particularly important to me at the moment. It seems to permeate almost every aspect of my life. I don’t have control over everything, 100% certainty is never possible, getting emotionally whipped up over something leads to bad decision-making. You can only see how thing play out: everything else is just futile bluster.

I was cynical reading all the books that suggested that the difference between a good trader and a bad one was mindset. That seems woolly and falls into the category of positive thinking or willpower or just something altogether weirder. But now I’m seeing how mindset is impacting my performance. I’m not losing trades because my analysis is wrong; but because I’m too desperate to put trades on in the first place, making silly mistakes like ignoring high impact news or not waiting to see how a trade develops for a few bars before putting down a trade.

Trading is a waiting game, but not about waiting to see an outcome of a trade, but to put on. But a waiting game to see what trades to put on in the first place.

I’m also using this as a distraction mechanism for working on my start-up. But I realise that working on my start up will probably make me a better trader. It’s a distraction from staring at the trading software.

But there is a silver-lining to all these mistakes:

  1. I’m learning quickly
  2. The amounts I’m trading are relatively small – so not irreversible quantities
  3. I will not repeat the same avoidable mistakes again
  4. This is a hard lesson in facing my own flaws: impatience, fear and greed

So, in the space of 4 days, I’ve learned more about my psychology (at a literal cost of £314) than I have done in a lifetime.

But now I’m aware of my deep-set flaws, I need to find ways of managing them. So I think here are things that will help:

  1. Write! Express my frustration to slow me down and get some of my restless energy out
  2. Record my mistakes and create a new cheat sheet for when to trade (I’m learning by doing!)
  3. Focus on something else (yes, no excuse now, it’s time to return to my start-up after a very low motivated month)
  4. Exercise and meditation

Since the new year, I’ve been in a very flighty mood. But now it’s time to focus and cultivate patience.

A rundown of my benchmark accomplishments

It’s been 2 and a half months since I quit my job. The guilt has already set in. I feel blocked and lazy, like I’m not doing enough. But even so, here’s a reminder of a few things I’ve done:

  • Written, recorded and edited 30 lessons
  • Re-designed my blog and drafted 4 long articles
  • Increased the number of Instagram posts
  • Did a course on Sketch UX
  • Designed wireframes for my app

I read this blog entry by Cal Newport on how to acquire useful career skills. The blog talks about how benchmark accomplishments are better than drilling down on a specific skill. This is because one is vague and the other is specific and goal-oriented.

So I thought it would be useful to write down my benchmark accomplishment goals:

  • Publish 500 Instagram posts (I’m currently on 154)
  • Publish 200 blog entries (I’m currently on 4)
  • Design and launch app
  • Do a second round of user research once the app is launched
  • Contact 20 companies about running wellbeing workshops (this will be the most difficult for me personally)

As a secondary goal, I want to retrain as a UX Researcher. While I am a Digital Marketer, I want to design and develop products. I want to spend a couple of years focusing on my start-up and developing my skills. Therefore benchmark accomplishments for this would include:

  • Set up a portfolio website (including my own app and website)
  • Complete a UX bootcamp (but need to find ways of funding this)

At what point the above will happen depends on what happens in the next two years. I also want to begin shooting a personal documentary. There is no pressure for this as I imagine it will be a very long process, but I think it would be useful to start getting some footage. So for this project, my aim will be:

  • Film one thing a month

As I work towards these benchmark accomplishments, I hope to give you an update every month. But I am not allowed to give up until I have reached these benchmark accomplishments. Nor am I allowed to get obsessed with stats until I have at least accomplished what is on my list.

My flaws, and what to do about them

The advantage of getting older is that you’re able to observe your flaws over a long period of time. Since I was 16, I have many of the same flaws at 33. Some flaws you grow out of. You eventually drop them or improve or you no longer beat yourself up over them and reach a point of self-acceptance. For others, it’s different story. You’re stuck in a loop. So here are my flaws, and here’s what I’m going to do about them.

I start from scratch and delete the old

Ever since I’ve been old enough to wield an avatar and open up a new account, I’ve always opted for deleting instead of sticking to blogs and social media accounts. As some point, I stultify: I begin to hate what I’ve written in the past, the views I’ve held and the lack of success for a blog that I’ve begun. I’m too scared to hold true to my opinions and because something hasn’t paid off after a year or two or hasn’t led to opportunities, I want to begin again.

The cure: resist the urge to delete or start anything again. Change, update, experiment and modify what I have, but resist the urge to begin again. Yes, this means keeping the awful Twitter account, but making sure I don’t check Twitter. Instead of becoming disillusioned after a year, stick with something for at least 5 years before starting again. Always take a long view. This blog is for the excess in me — but it’s not the ‘real’ me.

I care too much about what other people think

This is very common. But in highly metrified spaces, like social media or even blogging, this flaw is intensified. In an offline space, I will withdraw or withhold an opinion, but the moment will pass and the pain doesn’t stick. Online, there is evidence that I’ve allegedly failed. And even though I’m aware, more than the average person, about the artificial design tactics used to promote some content over others, I still blame myself.

I’m also always trying to please everyone: my intellectual uni mates who would cringe at everything I post on Insta, strangers on the internet, potential employers. I get hung up on what a specific person thinks and then demonise them, even though I rarely interact with them. I imagine them rolling their eyes. But then I also resent them too. It’s the paranoia that damages friendships.

The cure: this is a hard one. I’m always going to care about what other people think. I’m always going to want to please some people more than others, because I regard them as more important than me.

But I also know that this comes from holding an idea of who I should be. I should behave in this way because so-and-so believes I should act in this way. I need to let go of these pressures and expectations to be a fixed identity, a fixed person. Unless I am doing something dishonest, which I never am, I shouldn’t be ashamed of it.

I’m also mind-reading all the time, when I have no proof that someone is thinking this. They may be doing it: but I exaggerate the importance it holds in their lives. People have all sorts of things going on with them. They’re trying to write books, get published, hold down a full-time job, have kids. I’m just a footnote on their Twitter or Insta feed. Unless I’m attacking something that they directly do, they won’t think about me too much. People are far more preoccupied with themselves than other people. I don’t agree with everything all my friends do. But I rarely attack or hate them for it. I just scroll past it, like they’re just an irrelevant piece of content. I don’t even dislike them for it. The only person I really hold back and hurt is myself.

It’s hard to know what the ‘cure’ is. But I think this comes down to knowing my principles, reminding myself why I care so much about why I’m doing something, having fun, learning and experimenting with this, and also just putting myself in perspective. No one really gives a shit. They should still be more pissed off at systemic injustice over their well-intentioned friend with an Insta account on wellness.

But what I can do is:

  1. Focus on the people who support me (whether they are online or offline)
  2. Let go of this need to be this hyper-critical, super academic intellectual, it’s okay to let go of old identities and have new priorities
  3. Allow myself to fail and explore, and be open to genuine and legitimate criticism, instead of imagined criticism
  4. Remind myself of my principles and why I’m doing something. I’m not doing this to get applause or cred from a notoriously neurotic subsection of society, but to actually make a difference and change lives

I don’t persevere with things

This is linked to the first point. I want things to happen quickly. I create an idea, I put it out there. If it doesn’t get that much traction, I then start from scratch again. This isn’t like blogs or social media, but about mini-products and creative outputs. I want things to happen quickly. I double my work by rewriting and re-recording things from scratch. I also love novelty. When I begin something new, I develop skills quickly. But eventually it slows down. Really slows down. I don’t see the benefit of it after a few days, a few weeks, then want to give up.

The cure: build on what I’ve already done instead of starting from afresh. This comes down to disliking what I have already written, filmed and recorded, instead of building what I have. So regularly re-reading and reviewing what I’ve created is going to be important, no matter how much I want to cringe. Also just stick to things, even when I have the impulse to delete or remove it.

The one thing I want to work on though is building on what I’ve already learned and experienced, instead of dropping it for something new. It’s hard, having to expose yourself and be vulnerable in front of people. But no one’s looking that hard and I can’t please everyone.

Today I quit my job

Today I quit my job.

Or, more accurately, I chose not to renew my contract. I’ve been freelancing on and off there for the past four and a half years. I usually wait until they find a replacement or the work fizzles out before I leave.

But today I left on my own terms.

It’s a comfortable role. I work 3 days a week. I get paid the same as when I worked there full-time. There are loads of people at the company who would kill to work the days I do.

Why did I do this?

Because I want to work on my start-up.

This seems like a bizarre thing to do. It’s an app. I don’t have funding. I have no way to monetise the product for the next 6 months. And, after releasing it, there’s no guarantee anyone will use it, let alone pay for it.

So why would I give up my cushy job to do this?

I know that I have a safety net with my partner and my family. Even though a global recession looks like it’s looming, I hopefully have enough savings to see me through a year if I scrimped really hard.

And the best things I’ve done in my life have come when I took risks. The last time I had a few months off, I made an award-winning documentary, worked for an amazing charity and, well, came up with my start-up idea. I would have had none of those experiences if I stayed put in a 9-5.

Creativity always happens when you freefall.

But it also happens with people. This is one of the first times I don’t have have an idea of something to do such as a course. This feels like a risk.

And yet, I know these are just fears.

The last time I was unemployed and job-hunting, I found a job in two weeks. I know my current place would take me back, and they usually have projects I can help with in the future. I’ve always wanted the excuse to job-hunt. I have a much better idea of where I would want to be if I did decide to get a job full-time.

The fact is: I don’t have a good excuse.

But I’m still frightened. I’m frightened of how lucky I am to even be in this position where this is something I can do. I feel guilty about it. Shouldn’t I save up money? Shouldn’t I focus on adding up the pennies and eventually reaching the faraway vista of financial independence?

But I know I don’t earn enough for that to even be an option. The only way to earn more is to do something different.

But the dream isn’t to work for someone else: it’s to start my own business.

My partner says the way I can make myself most employable is to have my own start-up. I have no idea whether that applies to people in my circumstances. I don’t know how to code (he’s a coder). I don’t have heaps of confidence. I’m worried I’ll watch Netflix all day, drink beer at midday and do no exercise.

But I also feel relief. If they had come to me and said, ‘by the way, your contract has been renewed for another 3 months,’ how would I be feeling now?

When I close my eyes and let myself sink into my gut, I know it wouldn’t be right. I feel a lightness in me when I think about how my life will be in 3 weeks. I feel optimistic and excited.

For the past 2 months, I’ve actually been feeling grumpy and depressed when I go to work. This hasn’t got anything to do with the people or the role. It’s to do with the commute. I have no stamina for the 3 hours of my life wasted on a packed tube.

Now I feel I have a reason to go through with the commute each day.

Now I have made the decision, I’ve got the excitement of planning out the next four months. So stay tuned…

Awkward conversations

It doesn’t matter how well or how boring or how uncontroversial a conversation is with a new person who would be useful for my start-up, I feel awkward afterwards. I’m embarrassed by how inexperienced I must come across to them. They’ve been in this industry for years. They’ve got funding. They’ve started something from scratch and made it last, and I’m this weird blathering hatchling who doesn’t know how to walk yet.

I had one of those conversations today. We got on fairly well, even though I’m sure we disagree on key things. I feel so easily talked out of my viewpoints, so vulnerable to being a fake. This is classic ‘imposter syndrome’. It doesn’t help to say ‘everyone has imposter syndrome’. I still feel as if my day has been sidelined, that my chest feels as if it’s been opened and I’m recovering from a wound.

When will this feeling go away? I watched two episodes of GLOW, refreshed the Guardian a lot (why is the Guardian my go-to spot) and shoved leftover food in my mouth while lying on the sofa. It was very different from the morning that began with meditation and four Pomodoro sessions. I would have grabbed a beer, but there was none in the fridge. This is far from the sparkly wellbeing polish that we demand.

But the lack of closure, the feeling that I could have said something different, better, that I could have come across as less naive and inexperienced stays with me. People always ask: “How can I help you?” and “Who can I connect with you?” And I just sit dumbly. I go, “I don’t know. I’m just starting out.” I’m nice but inarticulate. I lack direction and focus. I come across as unprofessional. Those are my fears.

People want to help but I’m not sure how they can help me. I want to focus on my own project. But, like anyone, I struggle with procrastination and anxiety. I know what my Wellbeing Hat would say. Leave the house, go for a walk, do some exercise, meditate. Then return, refreshed, and just go for it. But something is gluing me to the screen. Or I say, ‘No, I’ll just do this one bit of admin and I don’t have to worry about it.’ But just writing this is part of my anxiety. I’m not looking for a cure right now. I’m looking for a place too vent.

Should I change my name after marriage as a Millennial woman?

Last week I got married. That means deciding: will I keep name, change it or use both and choose a double-barrelled name? Changing your name as a millennial woman feels like it comes with more baggage than it did twenty years ago. 

As well as the admin, we also have to worry about what impact this has on our digital lives and the contacts we’ve made throughout our years. Is it a second chance to curate a new digital footprint? Or is it an outdated practise that makes you broke, not woke?

Reasons not to change your surname name after marriage

The social stigma of bowing down to patriarchy

Most people react to the idea of changing my second name to my husband’s with horror. It’s anti-woman. It’s patriarchal. And I agree. The idea of becoming part of the family you marry wreaks of centuries of misogyny and control, an erasure of your identity. It is not fitting for the 21st Century. 

But then why am I not so sure? Why does my stomach feel queasy with anxiety with the idea of not changing it? 

I think there are many reasons — some of them rational, others stranger. For example, if I chose to have children in the future (which is more likely than not), shouldn’t I have the same surname as them?

But it’s undeniable that the biggest reason not to change your name is that it’s relenting to a patriarchal and sexist history that my self in my early twenties would have cringed at even considering.

But on a more personal level, I would feel uneasy telling people that I’ve changed my name. I would feel mortified.

The admin of changing your name is intense

Given the effort it will take to change your name, it’s a no-brainer to keep it. When you take into account the number of bank accounts, emails, websites,  social media accounts, bills, travel documents, services that you’ve got to change, then it’s at least a week of full-time admin.  By my early thirties, I feel as if I’ve signed up to every mailing list and service on the planet.

You have to give up your current profile

If you get married in your thirties, chances are you have a much higher profile than if you were married in your early twenties. My current name yields a multitude of exciting Google results: award-winning filmmaker, actor, digital marketeer, Founder, writer. I have so many achievements under my name. The older you are, the more difficult it is to change your name.

Reasons to change your name after marriage

Rebooting your digital footprint

OK, so this is actually one of the biggest reasons why I’d like to change my name. It’s a great way of curating your digital footprint. Since the Internet began, my name has accumulated a huge digital footprint: mailing lists, job sites, articles I wrote that I wouldn’t stand by today, social media posts. This is a way of beginning again, of cherry-picking my achievements, leaving old inboxes to collect spam, making different tech choices. There’s something liberating and creative about that.

It’s good to take stock

Yes, the admin pile is huge. But the advantage of this is that you can consolidate and take stock of all the services you’ve signed up to. It’s an admin spring clean. You can focus on what matters and consolidate what doesn’t. I also recently moved apartments: so it’s a good time to update all my old addresses as well changing my name.

It’s more complicated as a woman of colour

Admittedly, it’s more complicated as a woman of colour. If racism didn’t exist, I wouldn’t have to worry about being stopped at an airport for having a different name to my hypothetical unborn child. It’s well-documented that people from muslim backgrounds are significantly more likely to get discriminated against while job-hunting in the UK. 

Being interrogated at a border for having a child with a different name, or potentially being dismissed for professional opportunities, are not intellectual abstracts. Unless you’re a journalist with a strong byline or a have a strong public profile, name-based discrimination from people who do not know you is a form of violence and exclusion that shouldn’t be considered lightly. 

That said, I personally haven’t experienced or know much standing in my way as a person of colour. But that’s most probably because I’m ignorant of the times it’s worked against me. I’ve achieved a lot and I don’t see that changing with or without a name change. Admittedly, the biggest thing here isn’t the name-based discrimination (like CVs), it’s about whether I want to have the same surname as my potential children and to travel with less hassle. That said, racism is racism and no matter what your name is, there will most likely be trouble at borders.

Planning for the future

The problem of deciding what to change your name to is not where you want to be now, but where you want to be in 15 years. 

In 15 years, when I’m 48, I’ll need to think about where I’ll be. Will I want to be someone who has a surname that is relevant to my family unit? 

The family I have now is likely to disintegrate. My father is dead. My mother is unlikely to survive for another 10 years. My sister may end up changing her name after marriage. If she doesn’t, her children are unlikely to take her surname. My brother’s children have taken on their mother’s surname. 

If I have a child, they would most likely take my husband’s name. I am choosing a name that will be extinct in 50 years. Unlike other families that have a strong connection and history, mine has been fleeting. My surname is an island. 

The reason my husband does not want to change his name (we discussed the possibility of this) is because of the ties he has to his name and the long history before it. I do not have that history. My history extends to the misspelling of a border official, which, in-itself, angers, as well amuses, me.

Surnames are about family. In 15 years, who and what will my family be? If not children and my husband, then whose?

Does it sound better?

One of the benefits of changing my name would be because it’s shorter. It’s a one-syllable surname that’s easy to spell. I’ve always had a love of one-syllable names. As I’m on the cusp of launching myself as an expert, people could search for me more easily. 

I’m not established enough for my name to lose my reputation, except for my filmmaker side (which I would keep as it is). But I’m about to embark on a much more public journey that could benefit from a cleaner and simpler name.  My first name is unique. So mixing it with an easier to remember name would be the perfect balance.

That said, my husband’s surname isn’t a huge improvement from what I have now. It sounds neither prettier nor uglier. The only thing that is going for it is that it’s short.

Curating digital identities

You can tell that the digital features highly on my list of reasons, right? But this is why changing your surname as a Millennial woman is unique. Having another name on your bow means that you can curate and control your identity in more specific ways. Having the Internet at such a young age means that I probably used it in different ways as an adult. I can use my current surname for creative projects, and my husband’s surname for professional ones. It means opening up different opportunities. Having the chance to start again is a unique gift.

Admittedly, this only applies to people with unique names. If you’re called Jane Smith, you’re going to need corporate levels of SEO-skills to control your digital identity in these ways.

Doing something completely different

Another option that I have is to do something unconventional. The name I want is to take my mother’s surname that she was born with a hyphenate it with my husband’s name.

I’ve always had a strong affinity for the name my mother was born with. It’s beautiful, lyrical and it roots me to my heritage in a fuller way than if I just had my current name. It would be like slipping into a new identity that feels more like myself than any other.

I would continue my mother’s heritage while also having the surname of my partner. It feels like a mix of old and new. Feminine and masculine. I would continue the history of my mother, while also forging a new path in the future.

But this would require even more explanation than changing my name to my husband’s or just keeping my own. As pretty as it is, people would question its origins. As they don’t know the name my mother was born with, they’d assume I’d made it up or was married to someone else. It would make little sense.

But it’s the name I want. I’d also have no idea if it would make travelling easier. That said, I could just use it publicly and professionally without making it my legal name.

I don’t feel as if there are any easy answers to this question. The default is to keep my name and if I prevaricate for too long that’s how it will stay. But in the end, this is a personal choice. I will keep you updated on which decision I make.

If you’re reading this and you’ve just got married or are thinking about whether to change your name or not, what made you decide?

Sorting out my life: the key areas

So much is happening in my life, I need to write it all down. So here are the key areas I’m focusing on.

Wedding 

“Organising a wedding is like a second job,” my manager told me. I’ve known friends who disappeared for six months because they were too busy picking out linen, hand-crafting invites, setting up bespoke websites for relatives and guests. 

But I’ve barely spent any time on it. 

And it’s happening in 15 days. 

Even now, in spite of all this, I’m still pulled towards other projects (writing a secret blog?), getting a start-up off the ground, hanging out with friends and family.  It’s harder when your partner is equally busy and even less motivated to do the admin. 

But the vows and speeches have to be written, the restaurants booked, the invites and details sent. We’ve organised the venue, the flowers, the food, the music but neglected guests, loved ones and ourselves. 

The little touches that would make the day ours are being neglected. We don’t have an order of service or vows.

We are spending a lot of money on a day that both of us don’t want to think about. There is a lot of spending, sending emails, rushed communication with suppliers — but very little thinking and feeling. Thinking and feeling requires time, not getting through a to do list as efficiently as possible.

Right now, we just keeping our heads above water. I was very reluctant to have a Big Day to begin with. But it should be beautiful. 

Start up

On top of organising a wedding and working part-time, I’m also working on my own start-up. It’s on something I care about. A lot. But it’s also challenging me in ways that I’m struggling with: promoting myself, networking, public-speaking, using social media for self-promotion, and navigating the tricky balance between competition and collaboration. Not to mention just getting on with the work.

But having a start-up creates a lot of guilt in your “spare” time. I never feel as if working fast enough. I know that it’s only me working on this part-time: that I’m limited. Creating and designing an app from scratch, while also running workshops and maintaining a public profile through talks and social media are a lot. It’s only been a year and a bit since ‘launching’ – I know it’s going to be a long slog, but there’s always the anxiety and the pressure to feel I should be further along by now.

I also want to avoid burnout. My start-up is about wellbeing and resisting toxic productivity. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t look after myself. But I also need to accept that when I push myself, I grow. I have learnt more about myself professionally in the past year than my entire career. Anxiety, stress and constant self-doubt are part of the journey. 

Money

My sister has been obsessed with the financial independence movement for a while now, and took me along to the premiere of the FIRE documentary. That sent me on a mini rabbit hole or Mr. Money Moustache blogs and podcasts. The Compound Interest Calculator is now one of the websites I visit the most. It blows my mind that in 20 years, I could have over 100k saved by putting in £150 a month thanks to compound interest.

But I’m making good progress: I bought groceries worth £25 and have made all my lunches and dinners for myself and my partner this week so far. 

But I vow to save more. I’ve opened up a Vanguard account and putting in small monthly deposits. I’m also growing my pension, very slowly. Because I’m self-employed, I rely on my own (stingy) private contributions as a opposed to generous benefits from an employer.

Job Hunting

I freelance at a company with high churn. I’ve noticed that every time someone moves on, announces they’re leaving for another job, I feel a pang of… jealousy. 

I’ve never taken a deep plunge into job hunting. I tend to rely on former employers and contacts, and then settle for the first job offer. But this has left me in roles that feel stagnant. I’ve wanted to move away from digital marketing for a while now and go into product management and user research. 

I am under no pressure to find a new job soon. Even though my contract ends in September, I have a lot to do on my start up. I aim to get the app designed, developed, tested and ready to market by January – at the latest. 

But this is also an up-in-the-air time to do that. I need the time to work on my start-up. Even the risk of finding a full-time, satisfying job-of-my-dreams could put my start-up at risk.

Creativity and learning

Ahh, since starting this blog, I’ve been so excited about writing in it but struggled to find the time. Ironically it’s harder to find the time to write and meditate on the days I have off. People seem to fill this space. Something always comes up. As per my last blog, I use commuting time to write. It’s much harder doing creative work when surrounded by others.

But when it comes to creativity and learning, I’m at a cross roads. I feel like there are so many options open to me. Related to the FI point above, I need to earn more if I want to achieve FI. That potentially means retraining. I’m tempted to retrain as a UX researcher and get into product design. On the other hand, my start-up is the best way of doing this. Spending thousands on a course seems misguided and time-consuming, but it would give me the confidence to go for those roles.

Health and wellness

I seem to be unable to exercise and meditate at the same time. Right now, I’m in an exercise phase. I grew a pasta baby while in Italy. But thanks to intermittent fasting (8 hour window), HIIT exercise and making my own food, I’ve burnt most of it off in 10 days.

But I’ve stopped meditating again. While it’s easier to notice a flatter stomach, it’s much harder to trace the ebbs and flows of my mental state. Is my poor sleep down to hormones? Is my lack of resilience (especially on commutes) down to not meditating? I feel like I’m in a constant bad mood at work. But I’m not sure if this down to general exhaustion. I sometimes feel as I’ve forgotten how to do leisure.

As I blog, I hope to update you on the areas above.