After spending the last couple of years sitting thinking about what I should be doing and was I really using the best of my talents! It became aware to me that I really didn’t wan’t to have a chat with St Peter that consisted of, ” So big lad did you know you were the worlds greatest rock n’ roll star but you decided never to pick up a guitar!” Now my friends have kindly informed me that the above conversation is not going to happen but they know what I mean!
Finally after waiting for a year and a half, (since forming a decision which should have been made years before), I have been given a timetable for a change in direction. To receive clarity on something you have been planning for a while and to be given an offer after quite a few interviews, outright rejections and spending years of limbo, gives hope that potentially you are doing something right.
My limbo resembled a passenger sitting in a bus station, who not only had no idea which bus to get, but had no timetable to look at to find out. At one stage limbo was looking so grim that I was convinced that I was in a bus station that resembled NYC Port Authority and I couldn’t find the entrance.
Now when you receive such news as an offer how do you celebrate! I decided to get some of my close friends rounded up and return to the house. They had an alternative plan to go to the local hotel for food. Thankfully the hotel doesn’t serve food after 9 and they ended up back at mine anyhow.
So the night and the breaking of news started off with champagne drinking, beside the same BBQ with a friend where approx two years before I had disclosed to him that I needed to begin to challenge myself to see where my talents lay. As both of us stood in the rain we were both content that, ‘the bus’, was finally going to come.
The next few hours were spent just sitting at the kitchen table having a drink with the boys watching us all put the world to right as we do best.
As the night drew in and the boys pettered out I was left with Nelly and no better way to celebrate than watch, “High Fidelity”, and remind him every few minutes that, “‘the bus’ was coming!!”.
So after John Cusack had realised that he was a knobend and got back to where he should be going, it was time for us to head to the reservoir for a bevvie!
The reservoir has been a refuge to me since I was old and brave enough, to walk past the now absent, “Trespassers Prosecuted” sign. It also has the advantage of being one of the highest points in town so the view isn’t bad either.
So as I sat in the rain with a Sigg and a few nips of Jamesons accompanied by the rain and the wind in my face, which kindly disguised the tear in my eye. I realised that I could be content in the knowledge that change was afoot and the bus I should of been on years ago was finally making its way to picking me up!!
I sat and thought about the last few years! Thanks to all who had patience over the years, while I sat in the office bouncing a ball off the wall, while the plan was being unfolded before me!!
Now where is my bike…… Sorry bus!!
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