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I was a grocer’s daughter. My early years were spent living above the shop in a run-down suburb of Nottingham. The back to back terraces were torn down when I was five but my memory is of an Aladdin’s cave of food and hardware.
Glass apothecary jars filled with sweets and unknowns, huge hams cooked and sold by the slice.
To the locals it was the social services of its day. My parents knew whose husband gambled his wages away. The women, heads down to hide blackened eyes, opened threadbare purses as tears rolled down their cheeks.
I recall looking up at my mother who would raise a finger to her lips to stop me from saying anything, while passing them wax-wrapped packages. I remember the women clutching my mother’s hand and exchanging 'looks' but often no money.
I read no books on leadership, business or marketing. I lived it. Pocket money was earned weighing out muddy potatoes into small brown paper bags and cutting huge blocks of cheese, with a large wire on a marble block, into small predetermined packs. (I hardly ever need to weigh anything as I estimate so well. My mental maths is brilliant.)
Stories are often told with spellbinding words that draw you in until you’re so close, you daren’t breathe, these words are the magic we often talk about at Puck Creations. Yet, many stories need no words at all. A simple gesture was all it took for Rosalyn to understand the story her mother was telling her all those years ago.
Rosalyn is an expert at understanding your story. She uses transformational therapy and coaching to help you define the story you really want to tell, full of inner peace and joy. Check out her website for more information.
