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“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”

“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”
― Confucius

Well, the start of my blogging journey was encouraged by the book ‘Stuff work, let’s play’ by John Williams and today I can look back and think…I’m giving it a go, if nothing else. I am trying all sorts of adventures to find the one that feels most like play and then…. Hoping to find ways to get paid for it.

It’s a difficult task when your identity has been wrapped up in a profession for so long. It is hard not to hold on to the security of the ‘Devil you know’ and just trust that all will be well and that all my needs will be catered for. I have no particular faith, but I do believe that there is something greater that brings positive things into your life. I just need to believe that I am deserving of these things and that they will come.

I have been given a talent. I am an artist, and although that feels uncomfortable to say, it is true and I love doing what I do. I also love people. It is a source of pleasure to be surrounded by creative and loving people, but I have learnt this year that in order to fill myself up I need solitude.

In the solitude, I can hear the truth, when I stop that racing chatter that feeds the negative thoughts I tend to see reason. When I take a walk and look at the incredible detail in flowers I know that there are things at work, far bigger than I can ever imagine. It doesn’t have to have a label of God, Spirit, Universe or whatever is your preference but I do have to have some acceptance that something is at work.

When I was a child, I believed. I had a unquestionable faith that I would be ok. Amongst the madness of childhood and all it entails, I was ok. I grew into the loving, caring and wonderful person I am today who is surrounded by people who believe in me. (Quite often more than I believe in myself).
I was fearless in my approach to life and took life as it came. I would always see the positive in people and situations. In short, I had faith.

That is what I want again. To walk with assurance that all will be ok, that I will find a job which doesn’t feel like work. That I will reinvent myself as an Artist and unravel my identity that has been wrapped up in the rat race for so long. That I will be free.

What a wonderful place that would be to exist. So what’s stopping me?
I think I will get out of my own way, and as a true friend says, stop thinking. My old boss (now friend) use to say, ‘You are where you’re at…. Now what?’

Answers on a postcard please!

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Hope

The last two weeks I have worked at my old place of work as a temp. As I left today I tried to sum up what I saw. I knew the negativity I felt, as this was familiar, but what could I see? After a hour or so, it came to me. I saw hopelessness.. Once I could name what I saw, I felt sad, but then rejoiced in the fact that I no longer need to feel that way.

After 13 years in the rat race, I left feeling hopeless. Since March 2014, I have found my hope restored through various means to get me to where I am today. Although I have my daily fears (usually around money) I have so much in my life that renews this hope each day.

Today my eyes are open. After dusting myself down today I walked through the local park. Eyes open I saw wonderful beauty and textures to photograph and draw. I am currently in Scarborough, England and a late evening walk, has enticed me into going with my camera to the sea front tomorrow and capture the creativity of manmade beach huts as well as the natural beauty made by Mother Nature.

Have you ever felt hopeless, desperate and lost? as if all the colour has gone from your life? Have you ever felt like you have no idea how to get it back? Then you will understand the feeling you get when that hope is restored.

You will understand the feelings of relief when you wake each day looking forward to whatever is in your path, rather than dreading the negativity and pressure of the rat race.

I may be fearful of a life without money, but I must be grateful that I am alive to see the small wonders and to feel that hope again.20140829-223909-81549784.jpg

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