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"I wish something exciting happened in my life!"

Today I caught myself thinking that. 

What?!?! Am I not working on that? Yes but apparently not hard enough. It's been a tiring week and this time my bored inner self was clearly thinking about something quite big, massive even, not just some little every day things that I've been trying to make myself believe would make much of a difference. Well they can do but this time I was thinking about a big exciting change in my life.

How many times have you caught yourself thinking that? 'I wish something exciting happened in my life!'. I've lost count how many. But this time I was a bit cleverer and asked myself back: well what could this something exciting be?

Here's what I answered myself:
  • I was offered a new, exciting job. Like, truly exciting, dream job sort of affair and a better salary would be a nice bonus if not quite necessary.
  • Somehow I got to live in a big posh house. By myself or with a partner.
  • I met a wonderful man and we fell madly in love, lived happily together in said house and had a couple of dogs.
  • I went on a dream holiday somewhere beautiful and exotic such as the Maldives, Hawaii or Seychelles and had a fab time.
Yes, any of those things would be very exciting. All together, I don't think I could contain myself, I might self-combust.

My next thought; how likely is it that any of those things would happen? Not very, I was too keen to answer myself. But wait. Why not? Indeed.

The first one is entirely possible. But the likelihood of that happening increases exponentially if I actually start applying for jobs. There's always a chance that you get headhunted, and yes, it even happened to me not too long ago when I was contacted about a job at St Kitts (read more about that here) but really the best and quickest way to make that happen is to start actively applying for job. 


I wouldn't mind living in a big house like this. Image by MSVG on flickr
Big, posh house? Let's talk about the man first. It might just be that as well as being wonderful he was well off too and already lived in such a house or we could get one together. Again, the chances of meeting such a man, or any man for that matter, would hugely increase if I actually put myself out there and went to places where I could meet people which is not something that I'm currently doing an awful lot. Mostly I'm happy with how things are but there are times when I miss sharing my life with someone. So I've been toying with the idea of signing up with an online dating site. I'm not bursting at the seams with that idea; I tried it once and while it was an OK experience, I found it somehow daunting and only ever went out with one guy despite being contacted by quite a few. I just prefer the natural way of meeting someone who raises your interest. But maybe I was a bit too quick to judge? And it's summer. You need to meet new people in the summer.

So yes, I could of course sit around doing nothing, waiting for a new job and a wonderful man to fall from the sky but I'm old enough to know that it doesn't work that way. Looks like I've got my work cut out as to how something 'really exciting' could happen in my life. I need to start applying for those dream jobs and I need to start doing activities where I meet new people.

Easy. Or not.

Remember that list of things to be by September I'm working on? It's just got two more items on it.

One more thing - what are the really exciting things you wished happened in your life? And how's your list of things to do this summer coming along?

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