The belly button conundrum

Just what WOULD you do to be a success?

I really do not like having my hair cut. When I was younger an incident occurred and the top of my ear was sliced off by careless scissors, operated by a side of the neck talking gossip monger.

I wore the proverbial crimson mask, and the image returned upon every nervous visit.

It is with some delicious irony that I saw, and understood. How a person can be successful. This came to me through my greatest fear.

On Tuesday evening I was walking home from work, and caught a glimpse of my untamed mane in a passing window. On a whim or more of a necessity, I ventured into the hairdressers.

There was of course the usual customs and pleasantries; I was shown to the chair and at that point my nerves must have shown, and she asked me my name.

This is the first key to success: PAY ATTENTION

Nerves are one thing, and a trip to the hair dressers is one full of polite chit-chat, clichés and banal opinions. I was made to feel at ease, and for the first time I was able to express what style I required. I have had in the past, dozens of hairstyles of pictures that were closest to my eye line. (Pretty glad no mullets were nearby)

My hair was rinsed, washed and my face massaged. She proceeded to scissor cut my hair, taking her time, measuring and cross referencing each side. It was pretty late in the day, and had no appointment yet the enthusiasm and energy was equal to her first cut of the day.

The second key to success: CONSISTENCY

Whilst cutting my hair, and to my embarrassment but with discretion, she informed me that there was a large spot on my scalp. The next thing however surprised me; she proceeded to separate my hair around the infected area and fully lanced the skin eruption. The seeping puss and follow through blood was mopped up and cleaned without question and we carried on.

The third key to success: BESPOKE SERVICE

The haircut was a success.

All the above does seem innocuous, but through a fear came a good experience. Life is like this and I want to shout from the roof tops about the service received.

Normally a product or service is instantly forgettable, and we have had tens of thousands of these experiences in our lives.

The devil is in the detail, the same goes for love. The yearning by middle aged woman who bemoan the small things that there young lovers did for them in the distant past such as; pull out a chair, open a door, order wine, fluff the pillow, tumble dry a towel and handing to them after a bath that they run when they came back from work ....... (A womans Number 1 fantasy)

Life is just a series of moments with forgettable fluff in-between; this fluff gets into your belly button when you are not paying ATTENTION, not washing with any CONSISTENCY and paying or awarding yourself with BESPOKE SERVICE.

In summary look after yourself and other and do nice things for people, this is of course what you SHOULD do, to be a success.

‘Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves’ - Albert Einstein

I love the above quote, it defines your life. A simple premise of how to move forward. If your are going to do something, then DO IT

HO HO HO HO XXXXXX

PS - Take a wet wipe and clean your belly button daily, constant attention will prevent build up ; )

Baby, it's cold outside........

‘There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time’ - Malcolm X


I have made so many mistakes in my life; some have even been made repeatedly. As an adolescent you were insulated from any serious outcome, as your parents protected you from liabilities.

We often bewail our luck, and curse inanimate objects, systems, universe, companies and institutions when bad things happen. The long and short of it is that rarely we look for that silver lining in every single cloud that storms upon us.

The proverbial silver lining in every painful situation is what is called ‘the lesson’. I am not trying to patronise anyone, but the lesson is sometimes the experience itself. Our natural instincts drive the fight or flight response and our reaction is from the trigger from the issue occurring in the first place.

For example, something happens and then the issue is not the issue, but how we respond to that issue, then it becomes the real issue! The lesson is not learned or even recognised but instead of a solution an additional problem is created.

To the title of my blog, although a Christmas song from the late 1940’s, the title and melody have always resonated with me, however, my interpretation of the song, as it plays in my mind, has always been to suppress my out of control ego.

Whenever, something happens, I do have to check my behaviour, it forces me to learn the lesson. The song is my fight reflex response to negative behaviour; it does remind me that if you fight against the world, the world will win as I am attracting back my own negativity ten-fold. I could always be friendless, jobless or homeless.

As the song intimates, it is cold outside. Swallowing your pride is a fallacy, as the reaction to the problem should not have been created in the first instance.

This is the lesson you should take, as to quote Oscar Wilde ‘Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes’


I have been your Captain for today’s flight, and hope you enjoyed flying with Everest Airways and welcome you again soon.

Tally ho!

PS. Humility is now my strong point, I am VERY experienced

Take that, Mr Barlow

They say that you become your abuser.

The wicked irony is, that my adult life vampire obsession was fuelled by the sheer terror as a child, that the very thought of Mr Kurt Barlow could bring.

I am not a recently converted twilight groupie; I find the whole Bella Swan character far too whiny for my liking. Although totally feeling True Blood.

However, I digress.

Today’s blog, is quite personal, and tend to throw these in once in a while. The theme is looser than a skater boy’s trousers, but hopefully a glimmer of a point will shine through.

The film Salem’s Lot had a profound effect on me, as a child these things do. I also used to think that Chewbacca who was on my curtains was going to kill me in the night, so I used to sleep with my Lightsaber, so Kurt Barlow was a certainly worthy of special attention.

Let’s look past the whole blue nosferatu thing he had going on, Mr Barlow was in my eyes, the first true personification of Evil. As children we are shielded from such imagery and behaviour, this is natural as all parents want to protect. However, at 5 years old, you would have hoped for a few lessened encounters or imagery of bad people to kind of lessen the blow, or the Barlow!

There you have it, my first tangible conscious fear. However, not my last, and must of spent the better part of 30-years harbouring more and more and more.....

I have spent countless nights with these fears running through my mind, awake as emotions take control of me. These emotions range from anger, frustration, morbid outcomes and total irrationality.

At the top of this blog, I stated that you can become your own abuser, or in a non-sexual way your subconscious irrationality can penetrate your conscious reality.

Why? It is because I have never faced my fear. We always put these things down to bad luck, Murphy’s Law and of course develop the paranoia that the universe is against us.

The truth is, it is! We are powerful being and we can manifest our fears to become an irrational reality. Hold on one second though, if negative and fearful thankful brings about such results surely.............

That is right folks; we know the answer for creating happiness and a positive and abundant life, but it does not answer how we manage our fears.

Feel the fear and do it anyway, Susan Jeffers did get it right with this great book, and recommend to everyone.

Now back to Mr Barlow, I have long moved on from that fear, but the penny finally dropped that instead of banishing fear all together, I just dealt with every personification and manifestation that came along. It was seem that some fears were instantly banished, some were embraced and some have been with me for decades.

Fear has affected me physically, and have been regularly been seeing a Kinesiologist, Life Coach and today even Hypnotherapy. The truth is, and an accurate summary of my fear behaviour is that I have been playing a game of eternal hide and seek. My hiding place is somewhat better than behind a sofa, but another disturbing reality is that it is still seeking me.

What am I afraid of? Shouting? Well last I check that cannot hurt me, the raising of the voice as an intimidation tool is kind of juvenile. I can scare myself more.

The break-though moment, we scare ourselves more with a morbid unrealistic outcome than actual reality.

I will never succeed with such thoughts, I will never become rich if I am scared of money, I will never grow as a person unless I nourish myself with spirituality, I will not intellectually expand with exposure to all forms of higher reasoning (This includes relinquishing my personal boycott of Satre)

I must name my fear, write it down and place the words on a wall for me to stare and absorb. Then give that fear a colour, imagine it wearing a parka coat and yellow Wellington boots. Place the fear in its rain wear and imagine it place precariously on top of a steep hill. Then place the fear on a skate board, and watch it speed down the hill to the deep lake at the bottom and watch it sink away into oblivion.

I cannot absorb or become, what is no longer there.

‘Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free’ - Jim Morrison

I truly am free; my greatest successes are yet to come, my biggest adventures have yet to be taken and my happiness will never peak and plateau it will ascend to the stars and beyond.

We turn a page a day in our lives; we need to want to read on.

Thank you Mr Barlow, you have taught me well.

Love peace and hair grease

Scott