Later I’m looking forward to my “I’m the King of the world!” moment, but instead, I’m forking awkwardly as I navigate multiple pieces of cutlery.
Truth.
My wife’s playing at it also, the difference is she has pretend posh confidence.
As I battle the rows of forks, knives, and spoons, I can’t help but embrace the irony of it all.
A 3rd class lad from Salford somehow blagged his way into 1st with his Rose.
Maybe, just maybe, there’s a valuable lesson here.
Life throws us into unfamiliar waters, where we’re surrounded by complexities that seem overwhelming.
Everything is at first.
But like Jack who found his courage in the face of the unknown, I’m determined to navigate this posh dining ordeal for the week i’m on this cruise with a smile.
Think logically…
Ultimately it makes zero difference what the other people think… but what I think.
And I think the onion soup was delicious and that I’ve paid like everyone else in this dining room for my seat at the table.
So Bradfans here’s to you embracing you, and recognising the only way you will ever feel comfortable in any new situation is by pushing through any the uncomfortable.
When I started out speaking…
in front of 10 in a Brewers Fayre.
Uncomfortable.
Me speaking in front of thousands in a conference hall.
Comfortable.
Get it.
Ffs…. Now i’m trying to work out which bread roll is mine??
Truth, I’m more chippy teas, than choppy seas.
The struggle isn’t real!
Of course I know which fork 🍴 to use and what 🥯 roll is mine.
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More truth, do you reckon later as I float in the darkness of the freezing Atlantic Ocean, talking with my wife as she lays on a piece of wood… urging I stay with her…
My final words before I let go and descend to the bottom of the ocean.
“thank fk I used the right fork on the lobster...”
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Of course not.
None of it really matters.
Always keeping it real.
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🌊🍽️✨ #NamasteAF