A bum no longer

I'm a big believer that the right things come to your life at the right time. Every major intersection in my life has been met with things going my way. Perhaps I'm just a lucky person, perhaps my lack of conventional ambition means that I'm more inclined to look at the opportunities that come my way rather than dismiss them.

Whatever, it remains that two hours into my first official day unemployed, I have a job.

A job that comes with a decent payrise over the last one AND a company car. Good excuse to finally get that restricted license under my belt.

I say I don't have conventional ambition because I really don't. To me, ambition is knowing where you want to end up and striving to constantly get that one more step toward your final goal. It's having a drive. It's knowing exactly why you get up each day and it's making sure that in nearly everything you do, you're heading in that direction.

Which isn't something I have. It's something I admire, but ultimately I don't have that stickability. I can't put the blinkers on and blindly strive toward a goal like that. Hell, if I'm totally honest, I can't even think of a goal which would get me that worked up.

In fact, my goal setting ability works nothing like that. It works like this: I have a set of things I would like to achieve in my life and I have a set of values or morals by which I live my life. I don't judge those around me and I take (or at least consider) every opportunity put to me.

I don't want to be a bum, and I want each step I take in life to move me forward - I'm just not moving in any particular direction.

It's led to some interesting experiences and has allowed me to keep my options very wide. In looking for a new job, I had many areas into which I could cast my net. I went wide and far. I looked at every interesting thing I could and, as usual, it paid off.

I live my life with an ethos of acceptance. If I get rejected from a job I shrug my shoulders and move to the next one - it neither offends me or gets me down. Even while I was at my most scared and stressed out, no rejection I received was viewed as a personal insult. I have complete faith that things will always work out for the best (even if it does terrify me from time to time) - whether you call that luck, a fairy godmother or God, that's up to you - I call it the life I am lucky enough to have been blessed with.

So, now I have three weeks up my sleeve with which to tackle the bits and pieces I've been putting off for a while and also to just do the simple things like have coffee in the park or see a movie during the day.

And of course, I'll be blogging it all, so you'll get to live my three weeks as a quasi-unemployed bum with me.