Don’t you hate that expression? I loathe it, for all that it contains more than its little grain of truth – especially today.
Today I was made redundant.
I don’t feel any different. I’m not any different. Except that I’m no longer the mum who turns up at the school gate in make up and decent clothes a couple of times a week because I’m on my way into the office. I’m one of them now. A statistic. A number. On the big unemployed scrap heap.
And time is ticking.
I should be able to eke out my redundancy for about 6 months. Which means I have 6 months in which to a) sell the house b) get a decentish job or c) both.
This is the point where the dream and the reality meet. Where I have to be careful with the pennies, tighten the belt, cut my cloth according to my means.
And I have to fight the entropy, the comfort of being at home, the desire to do nothing but the things I’m comfortable with – a bit of blogging, a spot of candy crush, a tad of property pron and a sprinkle of head in the air dreaming. I need to look for jobs, grind out the applications, clean the house top to bottom, find a buyer quick. But where will I find the time when I could be tweeting, or walking the dog, or indulging in any of a hundred thousand little displacement activities?
I’m naturally a sloth – a sloth with a big dream and a minuscule budget to achieve it. A budget that doesn’t actually exist until the house is sold and converted into capital and the housing market is crawling and….
Focus. There are always enough hours in the day. You can write when the kid’s at school and in bed. You need to browse property websites and make appointments to view. Research English businesses in the area and approach them to meet and discuss. Keep on top of twitter. Start getting the house straight one room at a time. Make some lists – lists are good. You have a deadline for the Tour Tales and some exciting possibilities because of it. You love writing this blog and getting your thoughts straight and dreaming about the Big Idea and how it’s going to be when you welcome your first guests and pour some drinks on a warm summer’s evening and you can properly, genuinely relax…
So today is the first day of the rest of my life – and so is tomorrow and the day after. But the future is only important if you can do what you need to do in the now.