For decades I was a super-successful “pretending-to-not-be-weird” happiness coach and consultant. I had a full client-list featuring blue-chip and Fortune 10 clients. They hired me because they knew (as do I) that happier people are also more productive, make better decisions and even sell more than their miserable colleagues. I was super successful and my clients got great results. But personally? Personally, my work-life was making me miserable. It felt like all the happiness had been taken out of the happiness industry.
On the 21 January 2017 all that was forgotten. My teenage son, Joshua, was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive cancer: cholangiocarcinoma. He died in January 2018.
Watching your teenage son die teaches you a lot. Most of it is things you didn’t want to know anyway: the smell of a cancer ward is unforgettable, and not in a good way.
BUT I did learn that the worst thing that could ever happen to me has already happened. And that, in turn, allowed me to stop trying so hard to FIT IN. I’m “quirky”. I laugh too loudly and tell jokes at inappropriate times. I don’t like meditation or yoga or sitting on beaches or any of the other images the self-help industry seems to love so much. I get hives whenever I see a colleague tell you how to live your most authentic life.
I still have a deep understanding of the science of happiness but now I know that, whether you call it self-help, or coaching or consulting or even organisational effectiveness there’s a secret ingredient that’s been blocking most of us from getting to that most blissful place: happiness. What we need is a hefty sprinkling of weird.
I’ve thrown out my high-heels and corporate dresses and decided that I’m Living my Weird. And, if you don’t want to be taught about happiness from someone in a Batman tee-shirt; then I am not the one for you.
I coach, consult, train, vlog and, mostly, write about happiness both from a personal perspective and recently in “how-to” books on the subject.
Ready to get your weird on?