Thursday, 26 January 2017

Complacency is not an option

So.

I went. I marched. I returned.

An incredible experience: uplifting, invigorating, positive, friendly, powerful, inspiring, energising. And so much more.

What had been expected to be a crowd of some two-to-three hundred thousand turned out to be over one million. I doubt whether any of the participants in the Women's March in Washington had ever seen such numbers in their lifetime. Certainly not me.

There were young and old, men and women and children, of all colours, races, beliefs and backgrounds and orientations, united across any differences by the knowledge that if history teaches us anything it is this: complacency is equal to apathy.

To all those who joined in marches around the world, either in person or merely in spirit, I say: Well done!

To those who couldn't, I say: This is just the start!

To those who comment about wanting to do away with the negativity, asking that their Facebook feeds return to postings of kitten photos and happy thoughts and all things sugar and spice, I say:

Be under no illusion that this too, shall pass. You can choose to not participate, as is your right, but conversely you cannot condemn those who opt to question and challenge and not be quiet merely because you deem that we should 'get over it'. Democracy works in many ways, and this is how millions of people worldwide are choosing to exercise that right: by not standing by, by making our voices heard, and by keeping our eyes and ears wide open.

The world as we know it is changing, not just across the pond, nor solely in the UK. Pretending there is little or nothing we can do about it is akin to believing that rain will not make us wet despite venturing outdoors without an umbrella.

My stance continues, and will do so as long as necessary. I am not doing this merely for myself and my loved ones, I am doing it for all of us.

And that includes you, whether you like it or not.




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Thursday, 19 January 2017

Marching for human rights everywhere

Tomorrow morning I'm off.

I am heading to Washington DC to meet a wonderful friend and take part in this:


Because women's rights are human rights. Everywhere, for everyone.
And if you believe this, then it is only correct that you show your support, in whatever way you can.


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Thursday, 12 January 2017

A blur of a week

Did I say perseverance?

A word chosen wisely, if I say so myself.
Barely one week into the new year and personal tenacity has been put to the test already: on the cycling front, the work front and the governor front.

Cycling: three outings in three days, all brilliant, all exhilarating, all rather chilly. And since when has the latter stopped anyone, in any case, provided you are wearing sufficient layers? Exactly. Bring it on.

Work: one client testing patience, one non-responsive, one slow burner. Alternating between wanting to shout, smile, stomp my foot and breathe deeply for quite a long time. Never mind, keep the goals in focus.

Governor: one word. Ofsted. One response: preparedness. And we were, despite being slightly thrown at the timing - it is never ideal - and the demands for additional paperwork (hello? digital times at the DfE? it would seem not yet) and further evidence of impact. Apparently noting children's increased participation in sporting events, winning swimming galas and cross-country borough races, and being awarded a silver sports mark for physical activities with regard to the PE grant given to schools was deemed not quite relevant enough. Or possibly that was my interpretation of their comments. Who knows?

The whole process was intense, stressful, enlightening and insightful. To be fair HMI were very thorough yet fair, professional at all times and eventually showed their 'human' fa├žade in their feedback. Best comment was at the end when one of the inspectors, acknowledging the anxious and onerous process, said it might be more helpful if Ofsted renamed themselves.
I hear Boaty McBoatface is available for copyright again.

But it is now over and we are pleased. I am permitted to say no more until the official report is released.

In the meantime, perseverance.
Because I have absolutely no idea what day it is any more.




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Thursday, 5 January 2017

Word for 2017

Last year, inspired by a good friend's initiative, I decided to do away with resolutions and instead took a word to guide me over the coming twelve months.

It was 'focus', and served me - by and large - quite well, not just due to all the crazy events of 2016, but also regarding work, family and friends.

This year I have opted for 'perseverance'.

I hope it serves me equally as well, especially given the rocky road ahead with:

a) Brexit (don't get me started)
b) the Donald (seriously, still, WTF?)
c) client/project challenges (£#@%!)
d) cycling events (kilometres, lots of them)
e) growing offspring (aka the fridge is permanently empty)

The latter in particular given I am also rapidly becoming the shortest in the family.

In the meantime, perseverance!

always an uphill climb...


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