Wearing glasses
I used to have glasses
Back when I was 13 or 14 I had to get glasses. The school did an eye test, and I was found wanting. So off to an eye specialist I went, who prescribed glasses for me. He told me I had to wear them until I was 18, and then he’d test my eyes again to see how they were doing.
I wore those glasses for about 2-3 months then just stopped wearing them. I decided that I didn’t need them, and that was the end of it. When I was 18, I had to go to that eye specialist though, and he did another examination. My eyesight had improved, and he told me that was because of the glasses – it was a good thing that I’d been wearing them for the previous 5 years, he said, otherwise they’d be a lot worse.
I’m still here
It’s been almost 2 months since I last wrote something. I know, it needs to change. It’s been many years since I last had such a period of time without writing.
The reason for this break is pretty simple.
- I’ve simply been working and playing Eve Online when I’m not working (in between watching movies, catching up with friends, etc). Life hasn’t been exciting enough to write about, so I haven’t.
- My work with the government as a Business Analyst has moved into areas that need to limit what I should write about. So I’ve been trying to work out how that changes my writing style. I think I’ve worked out that, ultimately, it doesn’t. As long as I just write about my life and stay sensible and responsible, it’ll be fine.
Staying sensible and responsible is the challenge, isn’t it…
Moving towards my authentic self
Acceptance
When I went to a ‘find your purpose’ seminar a month ago, one of the things that I got from it was that I need to practice acceptance in order to move forward with my purpose. Acceptance has been a problem in my life. I have trouble accepting other people, situations, or even myself. I have trouble accepting the world for what it is, and want it to be different. I have trouble accepting myself for what I am, and want to be different.
While wanting things to be different can be a worthy desire, it prevents acceptance of how things are right now. We want change because ‘how things are’ makes us unhappy. We don’t want to be unhappy, so we want things – and people – to change around us.
What we’re really doing is avoiding responsibility for our own perceptions and beliefs.
Everything is changing, again
There’s all kinds of changes going on in my life right now. So many, I just don’t know where to start! I’ll try to summarise…
- My contract was extended during April for another month, but then someone changed their mind and thought they had a better idea, so they cancelled the extension. My last day was Thursday last week.
- Now that I’ve got some decent spare time, I’ve been working very heavily on my new website. Where this site is about my life, my new site will be about my consulting services. That’s all the hint you’re getting right now. The site will be announced soon, when it’s reached a state I’m happy with.
- After more than a year of being happily single and not looking, I’ve recently realised I’m ready to look again. I asked a lovely lady out last week, and we should be catching up for coffee sometime soon.
Why building wealth is important to me
One of the common questions I’m asked by my friends is, ‘Why are you so focused on money?’ I came up with an analogy yesterday that describes why money, or building wealth in my life, is really important to me right now.
Basically, it revolves around the fact that I’ve lived in poverty most of my life, and I’m sick of it. I’m 43 years old this year, and I simply do not want to live in poverty any more. My quest to build wealth and enjoy the results of that results from a life of poverty, but deciding to move beyond it and never look back.
For people who have not lived a lifetime of poverty, they would not understand. I understand and accept that. They’ve enjoyed being born into a middle-class or even wealthy family, and have grown up enjoying the things that having money can give them. As a result, they’ve taken it for granted.
