Gathering Momentum

In life, there are times when you feel the Momentum.

On Friday, on a long drive back with my prospective business partner, on the return leg of what was a very good meeting, we talked a little about life, and luck.

We are both firm believers that you make your own luck in life. I remember when I was young, I used to believe in fate, and destiny and co-incidences being too co-incidental. It was only when I completely abandoned my religious side I started to question this bizarre fatalism I had.

I’m not a go-getter by any means. I like to work hard. I like to set myself realistic goals. And I have good self-discipline. But I’m not frantic about it. Not really. It’s like with my current business. I have worked hard at it but grown it organically. I haven’t gone down the route of hard-sell, and making myself feel uncomfortable in the process. I am eager to succeed, but not that eager.

But sometimes in life, things go well, and then more things go well from that, and more things go well from that, and so on. To the disinterested observer, viewing things maybe half way through, they might think that that person was lucky, and not realise just how much hard work went into the whole process to achieve the success along the way.

I like to think that I have started this year well. I am working hard, but not too hard. I am eager for the next step, which I am working on nearly every day with various different bits of the huge jigsaw coming together.

This makes me feel good, and in turn I am looking at events more positively than normal, which in turn makes me keen to do them, and produces better results. It’s a little bit “not me” – but I am making more of an effort this year. It wasn’t anything particularly conscious… it just feels like this is the right time. As I wrote in my opening post of the year, I am excited about what this year might bring, and that in turn has made me optimistic.

It feels like I’m on a roll.

And all this, in a post where I haven’t even considered my own house situation.

My housemate has moved out, having done so last week. This has been a huge weight off my shoulders. I think I can attribute this also to my good mood of late.

Maybe I’ll write more about that next time…

The End of the Beginning

I can’t believe I haven’t written about this yet…

I am delighted to say that my housemate has finally got the message. We had a little “chat” and next thing I know he was looking for somewhere else to live. Within days he had done that, and a date was set.

January 9 is freedom day. It’s also the day from which my costs rise significantly. I will be able to cope with it, but I’m not looking forward to a sudden slow down in savings. It’s hard enough to raise a deposit as it is…

But in truth it is a fantastic development. I keep thinking about all the wonderful things I won’t have to put up with. No more random bottles of unfinished shower gel piling up in the bathroom. No more midnight snacking. No more radiators on overnight. No more of my housemate’s crap all over the house. No more having to think about not making too much noise because he’s gone to bed at 8pm. No more being woken up in the middle of the night by repeated visits to the toilet. No more nasty tobacco smell (a recent filthy habit). No more being woken up stupidly early (6am) on Saturday and Sunday because of his bizarre work habits. No more awkward conversations. No more angry thoughts about the situation as a whole. No more having to dodge conversations. No more awkward invitations to social events I have no interest in attending with him. No more moaning about not doing anything to help (cleaning the house, or in the garden especially). No more wasted space in the living room and utility room. No more irritating phone calls. No more irritating conversations about the contents of the DVD and bookshelves with visitors. It just goes on and on.

I keep thinking this is a major milestone in my life. It is the point at which I become the master of my own domain. I have no more excuses to try to move my own personal life forward. That bit does worry me a bit. But it might also mean I can feel a bit more confident about making this place look a bit nicer. It is far too functional. It lacks any kind of warmth or welcome. Not that I know exactly what I’d do about it, but hey…

It seems like this is the end of the beginning of life. Hey, that happened ages ago in reality, but in terms of feeling more grown up, and feeling like I’m completely on my own. Completely independent. That’s so scary.

But it could help things socially. I now have a spare bedroom. People could actually come to visit me without having to pay megabucks to stay in the local B&Bs and hotels. OK, not necessarily megabucks, but if you visit for more than a couple of days, it soon adds up!

It all feels like such a big turnaround. It was only two months ago I was depressed that he was now looking like staying for the immediate future. I was starting to panic that my life had truly entered the stuck rut phase. But in the end, it was just was so increasingly untenable that we both felt the time was right to discuss the future, and he has done the decent thing.

I am excited about it. I really am. It will start next year off really positively, and I need to carry that forward into 2013, as I think it could be the biggest year of my life.

Maybe more next time.

The Luck

Tonight I am going to see a music concert in London. And until Tuesday, I knew nothing about it.

It’s hard to believe it, but I actually won a competition. I’m not one to enter competitions ever, but when I got an e-mail from the Ed Sheeran mailing list about a month ago, I thought “why not!” because the questions were not stupidly easy, and I just had a good feeling about it. I submitted it and forgot about it.

On Tuesday I got an e-mail to tell me I was the winner of a pair of tickets. I was astonished. I was on site working for a client at the time, and I had to keep my excitement bottled up for the rest of the day. But, as is always the way with me, it wasn’t easy to just drop everything and go.

You see, I had had planned for several weeks my next trip home – and it was to be yesterday, coming back on Wednesday. Fortunately, I have rearranged everything, at some expense, but it is well worth it. Fact is, I tried to buy Ed Sheeran tickets when the tour was released, but I wasn’t quick enough and missed out. So for the chance to come back around, when I was prepared to spend £35 in the past, then spending that amount on rearranging tickets doesn’t seem that much really.

I know it will be good, but the tricky aspect is that I will be getting home around 1am, and I have a train to catch for a five hour journey at 9am. So: very little sleep, pack bags, make packed lunch, and then go. Then I’m working on Tuesday all day, followed by a trip back home again on Wednesday. Just as well I’ve had a fairly peaceful afternoon and evening yesterday to relax, cos the next week is going to be a bit mad.

It makes a change to have something nice to do, and something to look forward to. It’s certainly brightened my mood up after how dark it has been lately, brooding over the desperation of wanting to have my own place, and a pretty rubbish summer…

So I’m feeling a bit positive at the moment, for the first time in a while. Just gotta try and keep up the momentum!

A Development

This week has brought with it a few surprises. On Wednesday, I was just randomly surfing around football related websites when I stumbled across a list of job adverts. Expecting not to see anything interesting I didn’t really pay much attention to it.

Scrolling through, they all looked beyond me. Then there was one. I couldn’t believe the luck. A job for a PA and office administrator. Based in London, yes, but no matter. I’m prepared to relocate anyway.

Small problem. The closing date was the same day.

This job, to me, is probably what I’m looking for. I love the work I do for my football club. It is work, but it’s work I really enjoy, so the time just flies by. Now, sure, I won’t be doing the same in this PA job, but the crucial thing is that it is going to combine footballing interests with, I think, my abilities to organise and run things efficiently. I think I’m a pretty good administrator. I demonstrated that when I worked for an MP, and again in all the things I run for my club.

I don’t think there’s a logical job progression from it, but it will put me in a field that, for certain, I want to be involved in. Plus, by moving to London I will be a lot closer to the political world, which may or may not be my next step… but it certainly becomes so much more of an option by being close by.

Anyway, I e-mailed them at 3pm, rushed through the application and got it back to them by 10pm. They said they’d let me off with missing the 5pm deadline because of how late I’d spotted it. And it was just a pure fluke. I wasn’t actually doing my usual daily trawl of the job listings at the time.

Two days later, a phonecall. They want me for interview next Thursday.

Now – my train of thought is that, they know I live a fair distance from London. So I guess that’s why they’re giving me enough notice. But… at the same time, surely they wouldn’t make me travel all the way there if they’ve got no intention of at least hearing me out? Therefore, I must actually be in with a genuine chance. So many times I apply for jobs and just get the feeling that it’s already an internal stitch up, that someone has already been lined up for it but they have to go through the formal process of advertising it, etc.

I’m delighted to finally get this opportunity to put my case to someone. I feel like I get a chance to show that I’m actually a pretty likeable person face-to-face. I will feel fairly confident when I go in there… just as long as I keep control of my nerves.

I don’t want to speculate too much about what happens after that. I just hope it’s a worthwhile use of £70… which is what it’s going to cost me to get there! I’ve had to calculate a very careful plan to get me there on time, but all is reliant upon trains and other connections working perfectly. Please don’t let me down. I don’t want my first impression to be negative – having to call them up to say I’m going to be late. Urgh.

Either way, Thursday is going to be an entertaining day. I’ve got nothing to lose, after all. I would definitely love to get the job – things are starting to get a little too much for me living here – but I must try not to pin too many hopes to it. It would work out very well, but maybe there are other opportunities down the road just in case.

They do have a habit of springing up from nowhere.