The Life And Times.

Sunday, 5 February 2012

A hot coffee and a warm house.

Sometimes the simplest things really are the best in life and I am a firm believer in that tale.
I have managed to get myself in just about every situation possible in business, from absolutely flying to struggling for my very survival, but in all those times i have managed to clear any thoughts of business from my mind in the evening and relax.
I don't worship money, in fact i loathe money as it loses you good friends and attracts false ones by the dozen. 

I have no wish to be a millionaire or ever want to be rolling in money, i would be happy to be just comfortable, something of a task in today's business climate as i am sure most of you will appreciate.
Over the last few weeks I have stepped back from my full time onslaught of running my tyre company and commercial vehicle sales and service outlets and let the staff carry on without me, while i turn my hand to catching up with a bit of life. When I say life I mean not working all day Saturday and Sunday and having an hour off when I want one and,  believe it or not the business hasn't fallen around my ears, in fact dare i say it, its running very smoothly without my input.
I now feel a little less than useful as I have been used to being at the centre of all that was going on, now I see Lee my manager simply getting on with the job and even making improvements that are making quite a difference. I hate to say it but I am almost feeling a little redundant.
So, time to focus on something new I think. But what?.  I have been writing poetry and am in the middle of my first book so perhaps I should knuckle down and get that all finished and put some new rhymes together, but hang on, that's not earning a crust and I couldn't do it full time. I have had some experience in public speaking am/dram of late so perhaps i should go and tread the boards for a while?.. then again i need to eat and i think that may be a step too far and i would be homeless in weeks !. 
I get the feeling this could be the start of my very own mid-life crisis. Now there's food for thought. I suppose if a fast motorcycle and a soft-top classic car appear on the drive accompanied by urges to go to the gym more often it will mean it's almost certain.

So i guess for now, I should stick to a warm house and a cup of coffee, both guaranteed to bring a calming influence during troubled times, while i consider my future contributions to society and my bank manager. Cast adrift mid-forties ,mmm... pass me that motorcycle price list someone...





 

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