(Your love keeps lifting me) Higher and Higher
Day 3 (Saturday 3rd December 2016)
Day 3 (Saturday 3rd December 2016)
Today's blog is joy to read - it is always a pleasure to find that people's lives are full of love and learning. In this very open and personal piece, Gary Cookson tells us how his life has changed, having rediscovered love and now appreciating the fact that he is both loved and loveable. In some ways his blog can be read as a love letter. It is certainly an honest reflection on his year. If you remember from last year's series, Gary told us (on Boxing Day) what it was like to job-hunt and how, by not trying too hard, he landed a suitable role. Gary, in this year's post, touches on the lingering pain he still feels after 12 years in a housing trust he loved and was proud to have helped, having it change for the worse around him and having to leave. Since February he has been the Director of HR at Trafford College. Gary has high standards and is driven, both in and outside work (he is a triathlete, trainer, tutor, dedicated father and spouse) - he does not shirk from seeking to improve both himself and the environment in which he operates. In this post he touches on the complex issue of having a satisfactory work/life balance.
Gary is a natural networker and active on social media - he tweeted that he was writing this post back in November, without giving anything away. His Twitter handle is @Gary_Cookson. He is also a prolific blogger - you can read his posts on his blog, HR Triathlete or catch many of them on LinkedIn.
Gary has shared with us his own photos that record magical moments from his year.
Gary is a natural networker and active on social media - he tweeted that he was writing this post back in November, without giving anything away. His Twitter handle is @Gary_Cookson. He is also a prolific blogger - you can read his posts on his blog, HR Triathlete or catch many of them on LinkedIn.
Gary has shared with us his own photos that record magical moments from his year.
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HEARTS
I got married this year. I'd been married before and the secret joy of
marrying again is realising that you made so many mistakes first time round,
without even knowing, and by marrying again you get the chance to put right
what once went wrong (to steal a Quantum Leap quote). I hadn't realised that,
having had my heart torn into tiny shreds some years ago, I had it in me to
love again and most importantly to be loved.
In the immediate years after my painful divorce I focused my attention
of my children, only having two at the time. I didn't think my heart had
capacity to love anyone else and as a human being I became very shallow and
self centred as a result, not valuing friendships or relationships.
And then I met Katie, and in time we had our own child, and its obvious
that ones' heart DOES have capacity to love more no matter what you think, that
it just GROWS. And as Katie wants us to
have another child in the future (no.4 for me if so) I'll probably test that
theory further in the years to come.
The
wedding was fantastic, taking place on St.George's Beach near Paphos, Cyprus at
the end of a week long holiday that I thought I couldn't better but in fact
only had to wait a fortnight to do so.
On
that day, 26 August, my heart became whole again and I felt loved, and full of
love. I have not experienced a more
perfect day and I don't want to. I found
my heart again on St.Georges' Beach, and part of it will always be there.
HEIGHTS
Two
weeks after our wedding we went on honeymoon - a cruise round the Norwegian
Fjords. This was something from our
bucket-list and the four days we spent in Norway itself saw me reach heights of
beauty I didn't even think possible. Norway
is my new favourite place and I'd live there in a heartbeat (if I could afford
it).
Honeymoons are invariably special events and I truly believe I may never
experience those heights again, though I'll try. I certainly don't plan on
having another honeymoon, partly because I want it to be some kind of pinnacle
in my life.
Bergen was spectacular, ascending the funicular Floibanen to Mt.Floyen
and looking down on what seemed like the whole of Norway. But we hadn't seen
anything yet. Standing at the bottom of
the Trollveggen the following day in Andalsnes made me realise how the heights
of Norway were something I could spend my entire life scaling. And even then we hadn't got to the best bit -
walking up the mountain to the Briksdal Glacier in Olden exposed me to a level
of peace and beauty, a new height altogether, that I didn't think I'd ever
experience. Standing in front of the
glacier, I have never felt so calm and had all my senses heightened so much.
I'd
love to go back, to try to experience those heights again.
So
this year for me, on a personal level, has been all about hearts and heights.
HOLLOWS
My
hollows have been entirely professional this year. Something has been missing. I don't know what. I feel as if, professionally, I'm searching
for something and until I find it, I'll be hollow.
I
started the year leaving the organisation I'd spent 12 years turning into an
amazing workplace, and then 1 year watching it change around me and all my work
be undone. I used this story in my Ignite-Max
poem at #CIPDNAP16 and tried to
express how hollow the whole experience had made me, but also how it had helped
me realise how I can rebuild and start again, something I've been doing in my
new role since I started in the early part of the year.
But
even now, the hollow feeling persists.
Something's not quite right, professionally, and the sharp contrasts
with how high I've flown in my personal life haven't helped by exposing an area
that isn't as perfect for me, so I've clearly got work to do.
The
feeling actually makes me angry at times, irritable and short-tempered, which
isn’t the person I want to be.
I
guess I'm searching for something to fill the hollowness inside me. But I don't know what it is that will fill it
or even if I'll feel less hollow when I find it.
All
I do know is that, if and when I figure it all out - watch out.
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