Executive Report on Life
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Born an army brat, moved home every two years. Classed as the lowest of the low. No real roots.
Physical Disability, monocular vision excluding me from many careers.
Parents argued and fought 24/7
Periods of depression
Passion and drive.
Strong sense of morality.
Love of Life.
Forms lasting relationships easily.
Ability to find the best in everything.
Tolerant of mistakes.
This is a blog, I can say anything, can't I? I have 15 minutes spare so I feel it is time to analyse the past 59 years. Maybe somebody out there is able to tell me why I am happy, contented and enjoy life. The story I could tell (and maybe will one day) could lead to a broken miserable sod and yet maybe it's insanity for I love life, people, and what I consider to be my achievements as I've played the game.
What is achievement? I suppose at different times it is different things to everyone. To me, it is what is inside your head, what your intentions are, how you feel in your heart. I have done many jobs along the way and I'll list them to get my thoughts in order:
Office Junior - Greyhound Race Track
Switchboard operator - plugs and cables
Signals Sgt. - Cadets and territorial
Water Ski instructor - British Forces Families
Door to door salesman(commission only)
Service Patrol - RAC
Sale Managers - RAC
Service Manager - RAC
Salesman - RAC (yes redundancy is a hard master!)
Field Operations Manager - FirstLine Digital
Nope.. none of these are considered by me to be achievements, enjoyed them though.
Mentoring, raising kids, helping people, writing poetry, making new friends, these I consider to be my achievements. Especially if I play some small part in pointing somebody in the right direction to find themselves. Yes I mean 'find themselves'. I try never to give advice but would rather be the sounding board for people to bat their ball against until they finally catch it.
Anyway back to the task in hand, I'm analysing me this time. Why did I suddenly start writing poetry, why has my muse stepped aside while I get to grips with my new role. Rather like an old friend...knows when to listen and let me get on with things.
The big question. I had eyesight problems, I lost my job, I have a massive mortgage and at my age I was likely to have to go on the knockers again as nobody want to employ 'older' people nowadays. God, I could have been suicidal given a different nature. Support of family, friends and you guys and girls played a big part in my head staying right.
I think I've finished this analysis it's just that no matter what life throws at me, my attitude is simply what is in 'my' mind. Outside influences are a pain at times but for all the abuse, wickedness and problems we encounter, I for one find that me, and only me, is responsible for how I feel and I intend to continue having fun well after I draw my last breath in this lifetime!
The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last.
It lives the full spectrum of time, the future, the present and past.