Good Friends

I have had endless conversations before now with well meaning friends or family who after hearing me bang on about having no direction in life, no fulfilling purpose and no joy between the hours of 9am and 5pm fired potential career possibilities at me. Looking back it must have been fuelled by the desire to ease the discomfort of my being, lets face it, deeply unhappy but also by the hope that I might just shut up and do something with my life. Why didn't I try dog walking? Or maybe I'd like to be a wedding planner or a game keeper?

Then there were the conversations amongst those of us in the same boat. We would (and still do) endlessly discuss that we would do something if only we knew what 'it' was, or that to do something you really want means not being paid for it. None of us liked our jobs, but what else? There's rent to pay and travelcards to buy and volunteering for charity is all well and good but that dont top up your oyster card does it? Caught in a cleft stick my mother calls it.

So it was with utter joy that the news that I had ditched the day job to get on with something I was interested in and hopefully make a living at it was received. I have had nothing but support from my friends and genuine happiness that I've broken free and stuck it to the Man, whatever that means. They are supportive, encouraging, and some have even given up their own time to help me out which I appreciate beyond words and love them for it.

I feel in a really lucky position to be doing this. Sure I'm broke, tired and getting fat but I have the opportunity to do something that many people I know would like to do but cant for one reason or another. If that isn't a reason to make the most of the chances you get, when you get them then I don't know what is.