In a blink of an eye everything I thought I knew about my life changed for good. It didn't happen with a bank or a sudden instance which would affect my life forever, instead it was just a desire to find some kind of change.
It started about 2 months ago when I realised that I was likely to lose my job. I would love to say that I was the victim of an unfair system and victimised by the big wigs in charge. Truth is, I just never really felt the burning passion for the financial industry that others would feel. I can fake things well but after working in it for over 6 years I thought enough was enough.
So the question became, what is it that I really want to do?
The answer was easy though, because I had always done the one thing that had always made me happy. I found joy in writing, and in being creative. I would look at notebooks in stationary shops and would imaging the things I could fill them with. So I knew I wanted to become a paid writer. It was not exactly a new revelation, I currently work as the literature editor for a great website called So So Gay and interned at the seminal gay magazine GT. But it really is the career I dream of having some day.
However, in order to get the dream job I need to really let my whole life change, and part of that has been getting a new job. This is how I came to accept a job as a restaurant working as a kitchen assistant/waiter. Needless to say my mother was not particularly happy, but she is a worrier about these kinds of things. She sees me with my mortgage and my bills and my chronic addiction to spending money and wonders how I will manage with minimum wage. These are questions that play on my mind as well, I must be honest. But then, as I reflect on the 9-5 job I realise that there was no real time to do any of the things I wanted to do, and that I was well and truly living to work, instead of working to live. The distinction may not seem like much to some, but to me it means a great deal.
Thinking about things it is true to say that nothing is permanent, and that change is inevitable to all. I have two choices, to accept the change that is coming or to reject it. I choose this time to accept it and find my happiness in what is coming, maybe even have fun with it.
So there you have it, the first of what I hope to be many stories to come as I try and find my way through this new chapter of my life, working towards finally achieving my dreams and finding happiness in doing so.
However, in order to get the dream job I need to really let my whole life change, and part of that has been getting a new job. This is how I came to accept a job as a restaurant working as a kitchen assistant/waiter. Needless to say my mother was not particularly happy, but she is a worrier about these kinds of things. She sees me with my mortgage and my bills and my chronic addiction to spending money and wonders how I will manage with minimum wage. These are questions that play on my mind as well, I must be honest. But then, as I reflect on the 9-5 job I realise that there was no real time to do any of the things I wanted to do, and that I was well and truly living to work, instead of working to live. The distinction may not seem like much to some, but to me it means a great deal.
Thinking about things it is true to say that nothing is permanent, and that change is inevitable to all. I have two choices, to accept the change that is coming or to reject it. I choose this time to accept it and find my happiness in what is coming, maybe even have fun with it.
So there you have it, the first of what I hope to be many stories to come as I try and find my way through this new chapter of my life, working towards finally achieving my dreams and finding happiness in doing so.
