The Road to Nowhere

ImageTrying to decide what to do with the rest of my life. Tried Marriage and a job as a Magazine Editor. Neither worked out, so I’m starting again.

Think I’d like to become a Life Coach. It’s something I do naturally for friends and acquaintances, and seems to fit my name (Bridgeman), helping people to get from where they are to where they would like to be.

I had been trying to find a job that really meant something in the grand scheme of things. From my experience and understanding of The Meaning of Life, I know that everything is valid, but I wanted to find something that supported the spiritual journey of human beings in a proactive way.

To get there, I’ll need money to do a course, and a job that pays enough so I can save as well as pay for the things of life: rent, food, travel, etc. I may have to work at a job I don’t particularly love in the interim, but such short term actions for the sake of long-term goals is a commitment I’m willing to make. This ability to forego short term gratification for the sake of long-term bliss is a good skill to have if you have a dream you’d like to turn into a reality. Just don’t get stuck in the interim job. Stay focused and keep taking steps towards your goals. As I’ve said before, even baby steps in the right direction are steps in the right direction. 🙂

Are you living the life you really want to live?

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4 thoughts on “The Road to Nowhere

  1. Hi Patrick, good luck with the next steps and for what it’s worth I thought you were a pretty good editor and enjoyed meeting you in that context! Alan

  2. I’m reminded of this Mary Oliver poem Patrick.

    The Summer’s Day
    Mary Oliver
    Who made the world?
    Who made the swan, and the black bear?
    Who made the grasshopper?
    This grasshopper, I mean-
    the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
    the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
    who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
    who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
    Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
    Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
    I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
    I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
    into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
    how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
    which is what I have been doing all day.
    Tell me, what else should I have done?
    Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
    Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    with your one wild and precious life?

    1. Thanks. What a gorgeous poem. That reminds me of Clare Mulvany, who made a book called One Wild Life, in which she interviewed change agents from all over the world who were making great use of their one would and precious life. 😉 I actually interviewed her for that magazine, so the connection is interesting. Serendipity. 🙂

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