Even I Can't Avoid all the Pitfalls!
All but the most dull witted dotard cannot fail to notice that the world is going crazy. It doesn't take a genius to realise that it is primarily the fault of that bizarre specimen currently in charge at The Oval Office. The US is still one of the biggest economies on the planet. When circumstances or in this case, a person, messes the US economy up then the entire world messes up in dire resonance.
This is currently leading to job losses across the United States and other countries, including the UK. Earlier this week I had to part company with my biggest customer (I am self employed, but this customer makes up such a large percentage of my turnover he is effectively my boss). Many of my customer's clients are simply not paying their bills and my customer in turn seems unable to pay me. There are many other criteria which made my decision for me, but I cannot continue to work potentially unwaged. The loss of this customer makes me near unemployed and I have signed on to Universal Credit (welfare). I did not want to do this.
So why am I writing this piece? I want to try and illustrate that far from getting down and depressed, this change to my income is an opportunity to start again. On the face of it this is quite a challenge. I am nearly 60 and in some people's eyes ready to be put out to grass! However, I'm not quite dead yet and I'm excited as to what might be around the corner.
We are like mirrors in this Universe; what we reflect we attract. An example of what I mean is that when I took the role I have just lost I was in a desperate state and obviously desperate for any old job. I approached an old contact in the accounting world and was offered a "junior" role in the practice, dealing with admin. I had an assistant, but he was dismissed within a month. I was told another assistant would be appointed, but this never happened. Slowly, more and more work was being put on my shoulders to the point where I couldn't easily do the tasks I was brought in to perform.
Over the course of months I became so stressed and exhausted that I was too wired to even look for a different job in my spare time. I somehow convinced myself that that the job I had was about as good as I would get and created a prison of my own making. From time to time my bosses reinforced this, for example, by hinting that as I am nearly 60 where else could I work?
Recently I began thinking I am better than this job. I began meditating on this and came to the conclusion that my bosses only paid lip service to my well-being; as long as the work got done, they didn't really care about anything else.
I was beginning to get really ill, unhappy, not sleeping at all for days and putting on weight through stress related comfort eating. Something had to give; the cycle had to be broken. When at he beginning of this week it became apparent that cash flow was such that wages may not be honoured, the scales fell from my eyes. I realised what a toxic situation I was in. I left. If I had stayed under these circumstances I would have lost the last remaining bit of self respect I held.
It's early days, but already I have started to lose a bit of weight, I have managed to grab some sleep and feel optimistic and motivated towards increasing my income in some way.
The point of these musings is to show that sometimes perceived disasters are blessings in disguise. I am free, I am happier, I am motivated = my vibration is higher = I will reflect/attract better circumstances.
May your God Go with You!