There are generally two types of people in this world.
The organised, or disorganised; the creative or analytical; the leaders or followers, and the big one:
Those that clear their inbox and file everything away meticulously and those that let their inbox flash up that you have 1005 unread messages.
Why one are you?
I used to the former. I was a slave to my email account. Notifications constantly jumped up in the corner of my laptop, teasing me to open the message and read it - spam or no spam, urgent or even less urgent. It didn't matter how busy I was or right in the middle of the most complex of tax returns. I just had to open the email, you know, just in case it was life or death.
Admittedly, if it was *URGENT*, life or death, or the Tax Man was banging on a clients door demanding all sorts th...
You know the mum that wont let their wee darling play outside in case they catch something? That parent that is scared any dirty spoon will kill their little angel?
Yes. I am officially that parent.
I cant remember the last time I washed the floors in my flat so often. I reckon that I have cleaned the floors more than I ever did in the two years since I bought it. I was hoovering at 7am this morning and moving beds as Caley has figured out how to slide under them in search of "treats" or random socks and fake eyelashes!
The last seven days have been filled with walks, prison breaks from RAF Lossiemouth, chewed tables, inauguration at my offices, kamikazee dives through bushes, playing with the sat nav and taking over the music controls in the car and...
So, who knew that in the space of 7 days I could go from a rational, level headed business woman to a soppy heap of #puppylove ?
Last week on my birthday I went with my best friend & business partner Neil down to Chester in England where we spent the day sat out in the sun, being all carefree, no responsibility and a "go to bed when we wanted" kind of attitude...
Fast forward 24 hours and I was sat in my pristine clean X3 with a crying 11 week old Cockapoo on my lap as we made the five hour drive back to Edinburgh and his new forever home.
I am now an oracle on all things "puppy". I am up with the larks ( most mornings) to let him out of his cage, feed, water and yes, bathe him (but that's a story for another day).
I have never had children. I have never been that maternal but one week on and I...
They say hindsight is a marvellous thing. If we had known when we were 17 what we know now, would we have started smoking? Would we have dropped out of college, broken up with that boy; or even trained as an Accountant and set up our own business?
Twelve years after setting up "FSA" I have gone through every conceivable emotion and problem; from HR issues, to suing clients, to sacking staff and teetering on the verge of a breakdown. However along with the bad has been the bloody marvellous and best times ever; opening new offices, branching out, winning multiple awards and being accepted by my peers as a game changer in the industry.
So, if I were to go back and start all over again, would I do anything differently? Hell yes I would.
So here are my top 5 tips that I would tell myself in 2006 when I s...
A few months ago, I very publicly published a blog about my ongoing battle with depression. It was a ballsy move and one I wasn’t sure I was ready to share. I knew there would be mixed reactions; some would see it as weak, an admission of a chink in my armour. Others would see it as a liberating move, a shout out to the 1 in 4 people that suffer from mental health problems today.
I also felt that it was really important that I followed this piece up and that I didn’t just publish the blog, end of story. After all, when we have gone through any illness we go back to the doctor or hospital for a check up so a follow up to my first article was essential to my recovery.
Four months on and I can happily say that I am out of the woods and feeling so much stronger, healthier and happier.
Ladies, don’t burn your bras, no matter how tempting in 2017!
I am not one for burning my bra – they’re not cheap and a lot of care goes into choosing them – but I wouldn’t mind taking a torch to a few of the tedious, outdated and frankly next-level, ‘look-to-camera’ things that have come to light of late, fuelling the ever-swelling and swirling gender (in)equality debate.
First things first – I firmly believe in ‘total gender equality’, that the right person for the job should get the job, regardless of gender (or any other diversity for that matter). Merit based on talent, skills, perspective, experience and personality should win out.
Yet while it may have seemed that the glass ceiling was cracking, perhaps it was just creaking and growing rose-tinted.
David & Goliath - that biblical tale where the Giant Goliath was defeated by the young David in the Book of Samuel and the church's supposed victory over Satan.
Fast forward 2000 years and today the phrase has taken on a much more popular meaning denoting an underdog situation, a situation where a smaller, weaker opponent takes on a much bigger and stronger adversary.
This is exactly what happened to me this week in business. At Faith Simpson Accountants, we focus on the SMEs, the start ups, those companies who need the specialist, one to one help, friendly, focused and approachable. This is what start ups need and want. Someone who has been there and done it, not the corporate crap and fluff that so many spew out in their literature.
So when I signed up for the Start up Summit in Edinburgh this N...
It seems like in the year 2017, we women cannot win.
I am not asking for sympathy here or for any excuses, but in an era where its all about gender equality, getting more women on boards and bursting through that glass ceiling it gets a little confusing when people then throw their arms up in dispute about a female Doctor "Her"!
Are the BBC bending to public demand and expectations, going against everything the fans want, what next?? #janebond - what a thought!
I was recently asked to comment for Insider Magazine on a property tech challenge set up by my friend Shaf Rasul. I loved what Shaf wanted to do - as resident entrepreneur at Strathclyde Uni he offered up £25,000 in prize money to those budding property entrepreneurs that inspired him and his team of judges. Good. Great. Inspi...
Is the accountant dead? Well I have to say I think the stereotypical accountant is definitely dead.
Long gone are the days of grey suits, stuffy offices, complex jargon and ridiculous fees. In this day and age, the new entrepreneur needs more, wants more. Due to the advent of technological wizardry, you can now scan your receipts, upload your bank statements and streamline all your processes almost to the point that book keepers will be no more. A quick check online and a tick in the box and your accounts are good to go, all sent to Companies House, HMRC and your bank manager in the blink of an eye.
So where does that leave your accountant? It leaves them there to add value, help you grow, help you develop your business and make that 3,5 or 10 year plan.
Having run the London marathon in 2000 and something, I now take pleasure in watching it from the comfort of my bed on a Sunday morning in April, whilst eating croissants and drinking strong coffee.
I remember it vividly. I ran in memory of my mum who died from cancer and myself and my husband Neil trained for 6 months and ran the 26.2 miles together.
At around mile 20, I hit the dreaded wall. It was one of the hottest London marathons on record. I wanted to give up, crawl to the side of the road and cry. After cursing at Neil for making me run it (even though it was all my idea), he coaxed me on and pushed me (literally at times!) for four miles.
By the time I hit mile 24, I'd had enough and dug deep to find the energy and strength to sprint to the finish line, almost pushing women and chil...