I am sure that you have all seen the various things on the interweb that explain if you remember audio cassettes and rode a bicycle without a crash helmet you’re a pretty great person. I would like to extend this to a more practical level; I am of the ‘unsupported’ generation. Just like the ‘child of the 70’s’ test there are a number of tests for unsupported children or as Barbie would prefer to call us ‘those without a management team’.
Waking up and thinking that it is all too much hard work is normal, we all do that bit. If you have to telephone your parents/siblings/friends to confirm that you should, in fact, get up then you have a management team. If your car breaks down and you sit at the side of the road calling and texting until somebody tells you what to do, that’s a management team. In fact if your tow arrives and you are not bleeding and covered in grease from trying to avoid the need for them then you have a management team. If the most practical answer you have to life’s woes is to share them rather than change them then you have a management team. The thing with managed people is that to them dreams can be just that, things that others are lucky to do. For the rest of us dreams are aspirations, they may take more years than we have to reach them but that doesn’t mean we don’t try.
There is nothing wrong with operating within a managed environment but it is not for all of us. When I left hospital I survived on a diet of instant mash, not because I couldn’t call on others but because I don’t operate with a management team. I have not had the use of a motor vehicle for over a year now yet I am in Derby working, despite being on 15hrs notice to the most awkward legal system on earth. When my washing machine played up last year I managed to withdraw it from under the counter by wedging an arm, complete with cast, into the opening and dragging it. This blog is full of examples of the insanity of doing things myself when I should have just asked, that is just who I am.
I am not like I am because I like to do things the hard way, not because I relish a challenge. I am like I am because I have never operated with a management team. Do not for one minute misunderstand me, I have some very good and reliable friends but I was brought up with the idea that you solved your issues and other solved theirs. When I wake up at 3 am and it all looks too difficult I can’t imagine not doing it, whatever it is. This is why you will never hear me say I was too ill to make some appointment or the other; hangovers are for sucking up and getting on with it.
Perhaps the corollary of this is that, as I move into the second year of life on hold the frustration is unbelievable. It is not in my nature to remain stationary when faced with a challenge and this enforced period of not progressing is definitely the hardest period of my life. I am lucky that I have good friends to remind me that the glass is half full and to help me empty a few that are full of beer. I know that it is only time but when the deadline is finally marked watch out because I have been restrained too long and it’s going to be one hell of a race to the finish line.