So I haven't posted in a while so I thought (yeah, yeah I know I've said this before!) I'll try to get back into the swing of things.
I wanted to put down a few words about an experience I had last year.
My dream job finally got advertised and to cut a long story short; I didn't get it nor even an interview. This despite (both in my mind and friends who work for the company) thinking and saying to me I would be the perfect person for the position.
Anyway; it got me thinking as to how we deal with disappointment and how life doesn't go according to our grand plans. Now first thing I will have to say is that while I was disappointed that I didn't get the job, I realised that I wasn't as upset as I thought I would be.
Yes; I was slightly pissed for a day or two after the news, but then I got some perspective. Maybe it had to do with my good friend pointing out to me the job would have been late shifts and/or overnight shifts (god help me!); or maybe it was just me maturing as a person; but it wasn't as heartbreaking as I thought it would be.
Why?
Quite possibly it's because I still am employed and despite the politics and some of the bullshit going on there; complaining about not getting my dream job is a first world problem. I mean, I'm employed in an essentially full time job doing a position that on a whole I quite enjoy doing. Compare this with the many millions of others in the world that's homeless, destitute or needing a helping hand while society ignores them as if they don't exist.
Perspective isn't it?
Anyway, what got me thinking about it was this link that I saw on the Huffington Post. While not directly related; it's to do with the stigma of doing things alone.
It's well worth a read and pondering about.
Take care everyone!