There is something cathartic about blogging.
I am aware, however, that wearing my heart on my sleeve could be viewed by some as me being totally self absorbed.
If this is the case, then I make absolutely no apology for it. Why? Because this was never my intention.
The purpose of blogging was to clarify things as the man and I explored how to work less and live more. This was both for us and also for those of you who are interested in our journey.
I have also found blogging cheap therapy. You see, life doesn’t always pan out the way one thinks it should or would. And writing about what happens makes sense of it. Go figure?
This week has been one of those weeks when nothing has panned out.
Firstly I got a thanks, but no thanks to the hospice job I was interviewed for. It was nicely couched, of course, but it still hurt as I really, really wanted it. I admit to being a bit sad for a day or so after getting this news, but then my pragmatic side kicked in and I re-framed it. This was not failure, this was an opportunity.*
So for the last few days I have been thinking about ways to make a living without working for someone else. Now here are a few of my ideas (sharing is good):
I could start my own library. This sounded sensible as I know the business inside out, right? Sadly no. This was never going to fly as public libraries are free, so even if I had enough stock, who in their right mind would pay to join my library? Except, of course, naughty people who can’t use the public library because they owe too many fines. Strangely, these people don’t seem the ideal customer base for my proposed start up. The idea was shelved, no pun intended.
The next idea was to run an 0900 line (psychic or sex, I wasn’t fussed). I must admit that this wasn’t my own idea, I stole it from a book I read years ago. Anyway, it had immense appeal for two reasons. There would be no bad debts because of the 0900 number and no need to even leave the house in the morning. This idea was quickly discounted when I realised I would have no idea what to say to my customers, and if I did think of something I knew that the minute it was out of my mouth, I would giggle like a silly school girl. The ambiance of the occasion would be lost for ever and I would have a disappointed customer. There would be, I was sure, no repeat business. I canned the idea.
So, I got to the last idea.
I could make a living out of telling people how the man and I survived on diddly squat in semi-retirement, but still managed to live an amazingly happy and fulfilled life. I was not sure how I was going to make a living from it, but it’s been done successfully before, albeit in different guises – the Destitute Gourmet cook books and the ‘Living on the smell of an oily rag’ book being two successful iterations of this theme. To date, it is the best option. More thought is needed.
Or maybe, I just look for that three day a week job after I have moved to Whangarei?** Watch this space.
Now the second thing not to pan out this week is that the buyer for our house has yet to materialise. The idea that he/she would magically appear as a result of the first open home was always just a dream, and I knew this from the get-go. Selling a home is stressful and it would be lovely if we could pre-empt weeks of open homes and bring the auction forward. Having said this, it is only day 4 and the first open homes did attract some interested parties, and the agents are bringing buyers through on a regular basis.
Which brings me to the beautiful house we saw on the internet in Whangarei. The man and I went to see it. It was absolutely gorgeous and we loved it. We also probably aren’t going to buy it. You see, it is too isolated. And it’s on a main road. No matter, something else more suitable will turn up.
Now the last thing to happen this week was I was challenged (nicely) by a friend. Were the man and I doing the right thing leaving Auckland? Did we know that if we sell up and leave, it would be highly unlikely we would ever be able to afford to come back, she wisely pointed out. I looked at my dear friend and nodded as she was absolutely right. The answer is neither the man nor I know if we are doing the right thing. What we do know is we want to live a quieter life in a quieter place and we think it will work out. In fact, we will give it our best shot. If it doesn’t work out, then we will live with consequences. And although we may not be able to afford Auckland again, we can afford every other place in this beautiful land.
Change is never easy. Some days things fall into place; other days they don’t. I think this is normal.
*Thank God for those twee management courses!!
** I have decided that I need to be settled and then look for a job.