With a philosophy of ‘do what you’ve always done and you’ll get what you’ve always got’ in mind, I’ve resolved to try different things, take risks and see what happens this year. One of those was to perform live at the pianos available at Kings Cross St. Pancras International and get my friend, Eddie Ngugi to film me and take a few photos…which was a lot of fun even though we had to wait around a bit until a piano became free. (It’s amazing how many people out there are avid piano-players like me!) If I don’t get gigs in places with pianos often and can’t do online gigs from where I currently live, then this seemed like a nice “top-up on live performance” solution for the time being!
Additionally, having spent a lot of time listening to and learning and developing a great deal from Tony Robbins teaching, I bit the bullet and got myself a ticket to his “Unleash The Power Within” event this April. I took a risk on selling the second ticket that came as part of the package, paid in instalments over several months and eventually though I didn’t manage to sell my spare ticket, got myself to the 4 day seminar that was an hour and a quarter commute on the train, Jubilee line and DLR and just soaked up as much info as I could. As part of this event, the first evening comprised the opportunity to walk across a bed of hot coals, as an indicator (I presume) that we can do far more than we think possible in our lives.
Here’s what I walked across barefoot:
And this is what my feet looked like afterwards, along with the certificate I got for doing it:
This is what I wrote as notes immediately afterwards:
It was so easy. It was much harder dealing with the walk across a cold and wet car park barefoot than the actual coals! And it was much harder facing the unknown in amongst thousands of people, “What will it be like? How far will I have to walk till we get there? How high will the coals be piled up? (Answer: not very.) How long is this all going to take..?!” When standing in amongst so many people you can’t see just how close you are (plus we were in the dark) so there’s no sense of how soon you’ll need to be ‘ready’.
It’s also not necessary to be ‘ready’, but just go about it with fervour, even flawed fervour works (i.e. instead of chanting what we were supposed to, which was, ‘cool moss’, I just chanted, ‘yes, yes, yes!’ along with the crowd and that worked fine.) I didn’t need to pump myself up with anything more elaborate than a couple of fist pumps and launching into it. Not even my tennis-player like practised move for getting into a ‘peak state’ was necessary. And although I had been thinking to myself, “don’t take it all too seriously”, and periodically laughed about the absurdity of wandering barefoot across a car park dotted with somewhat muddy puddles in East London, I did have my go-to aerobics track in my head helping get me into a feeling of being invincible, namely Iggy Azalea’s “Goddess” where she raps, “ain’t no one man can stop us. Bow down to a goddess.” That certainly helped.
It all sounds rather silly and conceited to read back over now, but in fact it’s exactly what tennis players do at Wimbledon to get themselves convinced of victory and maybe that is the only way of getting there. Maybe that’s the key element I’ve been missing all along. It takes a certain amount of stepping up (with a keen sense of humour intact nonetheless) and just being a sassy badass bitch to walk across a bed of hot coals, you know? And if that’s what it takes, that’s what it takes. Who cares as long as it gets the job done, right?