INTRODUCTION
I wrote this book to help set you free:
It sets you free from what you don’t know that you need to know if you want to mine your gold = be, do and have what you most want in life.
It sets you free from the mental shackles that have held you back.
It set you free by providing a recipe and action plan to follow to mine your gold.
I believe you were born with a vein of gold inside you, and you know you were too. You can sense it. Yes, there are perhaps plenty of times when you doubt this and doubt yourself, but every once in a while, it whispers to you. It sends you unexpected messages that you could do something remarkable. You remember moments of greatness. (You’ve come up with great ideas before). The thought stays with you: I’m special. It gives you the hope to achieve more, it encourages you to learn more, and it helps you stay in the game.
Proof of its existence arrives every year on New Year’s Day when you almost always wake up with a renewed sense that ‘this year’ better things are possible. This can be the year that you get that breakthrough with your health, your business, your finances, or with a key relationship.
You know you can.
You can become free to do what you want when you want. You can live a purposeful life, be loving, bold, learn and grow. You can spend your life serving and inspiring.
Your vein of gold has gifted you certain skills and strengths. It’s provided self-belief at times that you didn’t think you had it, given you accolades and praise you can’t fully explain and has saved your backside on many occasions. It’s gifted you a level of confidence at times that you couldn’t comprehend or articulate to anyone, including yourself.
It is a vein of riches. And you know it’s there. You can feel it. It is your gold mine.
Sometimes. All too often, your vein of gold lies dormant. Like a brilliant shining moon that’s hidden behind thick clouds, you treat it as if it’s invisible and all too often it lies untapped. Often you experience the intuition that it’s there for you only to dismiss it with the next thought: “Oh, that’ll never happen to me.”
But wait: How do you feel about that? How much would you like to source your gold and bring it to the surface so that you can shine. Yes, YOU. Shone even to your fullest – whatever that means for you? You don’t have to wait until New Year’s Day to make a change.
The purpose of this book is to help you reveal your gold mine. Yes, it helps to understand what obstacles are out there so you don’t unwittingly repeat the same mistakes, but what really matters is to focus on all the things you can build on.
It is not an easy journey – let’s not be naïve – everyone would mine their gold if it were as accessible as fast-food. But you CAN handle all your situations in more empowered ways from now on one step at a time. Life will test you along the way and force you to take steps back: these tests are all completely normal and part of everyone’s journey (despite the surface ‘perfection’ you might see in public). Your journey is not likely to be a constant upward trajectory with no valleys. That’s rarely how real-life works. And you are on a legitimate quest to source your own gold, source it your way and nobody can talk you out of it anymore – including you!
I too wake up on New Year’s Day feeling like almost all the other seven billion people on the planet: much more is possible. I remember my mother telling me when I was five years old that I could do whatever I wanted to in life. I always wanted to believe that the skies are the limit. I always wanted to keep that dream alive.
My passion for this same quest to bring my own gold to the surface and to help others with it comes, perhaps not surprisingly, from my upbringing.
I grew up with an unhappy, rather critical mother and a workaholic, emotionally distant father. They married as a product of their generation (I assume). My dad was a Cambridge University graduate and had the brains and my mother (also bright) had the looks. Long after my dad died, my mum told me that marrying him was the biggest regret of her life. My sister and I got to reap the outcomes of this joyless marriage.
Even though my Scottish grandfather Jim assured my mum on her wedding day that she’d never have to work a day in her life, my dad wasn’t motivated by money or climbing a corporate ladder and discovered he enjoyed teaching and research. Since his college lecturer income wasn’t high, my mother also taught full-time and did all the cooking and housework. Her dreams of being an actress were quickly quashed by my father. They both gave up on love and, to avoid each other, they both buried themselves in evening hobbies or work.
My mother was also a talented storyteller. It was her gold mine. Growing up, she would entertain me and my sister, Caroline, with stories about the naughtiest birds on the planet: Fred and Mo. She would take everyday situations and stretch them to the point where you would think: “Oh no, they’re going to get into so much trouble,” and you would hold your breath waiting for them to get caught or escape their demise. She was a primary school teacher and parents would arrive outside her classroom early to pick up their children and stand outside the open window so they could listen to her stories. I remember frequently exhorting her to write down her stories, but she would always talk herself out of it. I knew she was talented; she knew she had that vein of gold, but she would talk herself out of it.
I still remember being 14 and walking into the dining room expecting to see her writing one school holiday and, when I saw that she wasn’t writing, I heard her repeat for the umpteenth time: “There’s no money in children’s books!” (Later the irony of hearing this so many times was not lost on me when I learned that I was one year younger than, and had grown up in the same country as, billionaire children’s author JK Rowling. I suppose that’s why there have been books in more recent years about how talent is not enough). But it was really hard to grow up seeing talent go unexpressed and live with my mum’s big unhappy emotions.
The deepest reason I’m writing this book is because I felt powerless as a child to make a difference for her career path or her happiness. I tried to do things as a child that I thought would please her, but once I moved towards my teenage years that backfired badly. I needed to do my own thing and, maybe, I could already tell that nothing I did was going to make her happy anyway.
The pain and cumulative effect of growing up with a highly emotional person who felt unable to do what she really wanted to in life and being directly impacted by that every day is certainly one factor that drives me so deeply to write this book. While it’s too late to help my mother, I can help you get in action to be, do and have more in life. I feel like I have been determined to learn how to mine your own inner gold and teach it to others my whole life. Only since putting this book together has it helped me be fully aware of what has driven me all these years and fully understand my passion for helping people get from where they are to where they want to be. But it’s only part of the story.
Second, growing up I was led to believe that dreams were a fool’s errand and should not be pursued. Looking back, I can see that this makes perfect sense because the adults I was surrounded by - parents, family, and teachers – had often not felt like they could pursue theirs! My dad did seem to enjoy his work, but he was silent when it came to lofty goals and encouragement, and he gave up on finding a soul mate. Nor was I was encouraged to aim high.
Except for the messages I got from my mother as a very small boy that I could be, do and have anything I wanted in life, I was raised by default to graft through school and adult life to get a sensible, well-paid professional job, and do more or less the same things all the other grown-ups in my world did (why?) and avoid poverty. Conforming like this repelled me entirely as a teenager, but not having much confidence to try a lot of things, I worked fairly hard in school and kept to my music, reading and chasing girls (to mixed results)!
My parents did do their best to care for me and my sister with the skills that they had (as I think all parents do); we never had to worry about basic needs, education and reading were priceless values they shared with us along with the arts: theatre, concerts, film, and art. We never went without annual holidays. Having been a parent myself now I realize these are significant contributions which have left a powerful legacy for which I’m really grateful. The awkward part was the absence of love they had for each other.
In my family, people with wealth were deeply resented and criticized as either crooks, mavericks, show-offs or merely as ‘other...