Highest Good for All Concerned

For about 4 months, I’ve been pounding the pavement daily, looking for an income opportunity. With few jobs in my area (much less any that relate to my field of expertise) I was pretty much open to anything. I’m not adverse to starting at the bottom to learn a new trade. I actually did 9 courses in this time, all relevant to the hospitality industry. I did a work trial at a popular coffee shop chain. I was especially keen to get into community work and applied for anything and everything I felt capable of doing.

Nothing. Nada. There were quite a few jobs, too, further afield, that my skills and experience completely fit. No go. This left me very confused. What do employers want?

Secretly, I did believe that the Universe knows best. That, in its own time, it would find the perfect role for me. No matter what it looked like, what the tasks were, where it was located, or what the job title was, I would trust that the Universe would orchestrate the right meeting at the right time, for all those involved.

A series of coincidences led to me find out about a job I may not otherwise have spotted, or even applied for if I had spotted it. It was one I thought, sounds okay, may as well apply. (This was in contrast to others where I thought: “Yah! I want this!”) I didn’t hear back for a while, and forgot about it. Some weeks passed. Got an email for an interview. Was very excited all of a sudden. By the day of the interview, though, I let go of any attachment to the outcome. I figured, what happens, happens. Instead of dressing to impress, I wore what reflected ‘me’. I went in thinking: I’m just meeting some new people, learning about their company, and what happens, well, I trust it will be for the best.

The interview flowed fantastically. I got really excited about the prospects. I left with my mind racing about all the wonderful things I could do at this company. I felt 99.9% certain that the job was mine. They said they’d call within the next few days. I was on pins and needles.

No call. Weeks passed. I was now certain I didn’t get the job, and perplexed why not. Every now and again, I’d have to air my confusion to people. “I just don’t get it?!”

Then, almost a month later, I was invited for a second interview, and straight away, offered the job. On reflection, I realize there were reasons for the delay, on both sides, but not ones that made clear sense at the time.

For example, several days before this, I was given the privilege of using an office space for the purpose of developing my own business ideas. Had I got the job sooner, I may not have pursued the office space. Now, I have both opportunities on a part-time basis!

This truly is for the highest good of all concerned. In the coming months (and in future posts), I will be writing more that is bound to confirm this!

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Art Instead of Advertising

I’m becoming increasingly aware of the growing disdain for advertising. Understandable. We’re bombarded with it constantly. The consumerism propoganda has us buying brands (often unconsciously and hypnotically). We support product lines like sports team fans. When you really think about it, it’s rather sad.

Most of my career has been marketing-related. After years in print, I began feeling sorry for the trees being cut down for the stupidity of flyers and coupons that were resented by so many as “junk mail”. More recently, actions like the Clean City law in Sao Paulo, and the Street Advertising Takeover (TOSAT) in Toronto, billboards and other signage is being seen as “visual polution”. It’s getting to be quite a growing movement.

“Art not Ads” recently caught my eye. Many blogs that were formerly drowning in affiliate advertising have decided enough is enough. Art is a statement that creates a two-way thought-provoking dialogue. Ads, on the other hand, are the one-way slamming of images intent on implanting biased commands into our unaware and unconsciously vulnerable heads. Now Art is becoming preferable and appreciated. The pennies these ads may casually generate no longer compensate for the annoyance, frustration and site exits they prompt.

What would our towns and cities be like, if every ad and sign was Art instead of advertising? Seems like a cause well worth pursuing.

Changing Direction

I woke up this morning thinking same-old, same-old. What I really need is a change in direction. A big change. Something to commit to. Something that will make me bounce out of bed each morning with enthusiasm and vigour! Something exciting! Something meaningful.

For a long, long time now, I’ve just been doing the same thing. Get up, go to the computer, stay on it well into the wee hours, then go to bed. While I love what I do, there is something huge missing. I am still an observer of life, reporting on it, rather than an active participant.

Reporting on my thoughts and my life is a great outlet! But I want more to report on! Something Real going on in my life that makes a difference to the wider world. The only way I’m going to get a different result from my life is if I change direction. Today.