Is it just me?

Sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder if it’s just me that 90% of the time is completely in control, and then the rest of the time act like I’m 8 years old and have no clue what I’m doing?

Like the time when I had to go to a meeting at Canary Wharf, I usually have an excellent sense of direction (even if I do say so myself!) and needed to alight at West India Quay and go  to the Marriott. Simple enough. However for some reason my DLR train ended up sailing merrily (can one say that about a train?) through West India and stopped at Canary Wharf which totally threw me, I find Canary Wharf very confusing at the best of times, lost my bearings and used trusty Google maps to find my way. So I thought.

My map reading skills obviously needed improvement, and I ended up walking the scenic route (not that scenic if I’m honest, mostly high rises) and ended up about 100 yards from where I started – and yes, dear reader, that’s where the hotel was. Surprising  I can find my way out of bed sometimes.

So, what’s my point, good question, what was my point? Ah yes, the title, is it just me? Stolen shamelessly from the Miranda book I am reading – which I have to say is hilarious, got the severe giggles on the train to Liverpool last week, getting funny looks from the VERY serious people in first class (why is First Class sometimes cheaper than Standard? Far be it from me to complain but it makes no sense!).

So, no, I don’t think it is just me – which is my point after all. We all make mistakes, which can, if we so choose, be a source of stress. However, I like to see them as opportunities. Even that time when I’d been out in London, caught in around 3 torrential downpours when I finally remembered I had an umbrella in my bag (I am NEVER allowed to forget that one!), not sure what the opportunity was there? Maybe to make my companion feel superior – whatever helps πŸ™‚

Next time you make a mistake, think about Miranda, fabulously successful precisely for highlighting hers, and just pick yourself up (try not to trip), dust yourself off, own it and move on.

Anyone brave enough to share their stories? πŸ™‚

About the Author

Charlotte Graham-Cumming

Director, Ice Blue Sky Ltd

2 thoughts on “Is it just me?

  1. Susan Williams says

    I read this twice and wondered if we were separated at birth, then realized that it would be more like, at 58, I’d had a long lost daughter. The worst story for me was heading to Boston to attend dressmaking classes a few years ago. I hate driving in Boston, especially after driving 4 hours to get there. I ignored the GPS in the car (and turned the voice prompts off). Sigh…I was SO confused and after driving by the exact same building for the fourth time (but from 3 different directions), I finally gave in and turned the GPS voice back on, fully expecting the nice lady to be screaming epithets at me. I finally made it, but it took me 74 minutes to drive what should have been 15 minutes from the interstate to the building. And I should note that the people I work with think I’m brilliant because my work is always as nearly perfect as I can make it, and I try so hard not to make mistakes.

  2. Charlotte Graham-Cumming
    Charlotte Graham-Cumming says

    ha! glad it’s not just me πŸ™‚ used to live in Boston, so know it well!

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