Monday, 24 March 2008

Paths to Destiny

Long ago I learnt not to force Destiny. I have always tried to open my mind and opportunities to embrace many paths which would allow Destiny a chance.

I am not afraid to take new paths nor to dismiss unlikely paths. But when paths are blocked to me despite my trying, I don't become depressed or angry. I accept and try another. And so, when I don't receive replies to job applications, or I get refusals and excuses, I sit for a while, analyse possible reasons and move on.

The thing about believing in Destiny is: a) you are more acceptable of decisions, b) you don't get so dissappointed and c) you remain optimistic that there is something waiting for you that has yet to present itself or for you to find.

Bearing all this in mind, I have been thinking about the last two late-night phone calls during this Easter weekend. Quite regularly over the last two years I have received late-night calls from men asking for either a massage or for a couple of girls to be sent round. A bit of detective work proved that my phone number is very similar to that of a local Massage Club, and while at first, I was annoyed, I have become adept at interrupting them mid-sentence to tell them that they've misdialled and are talking to a private number. I smile when they either hang up abruptly or apologise with embarrassment.

So, Destiny is either telling me that I could earn a few pounds by becoming a Masseuse, or that I should change my telephone number. That's the thing about Destiny; you never know when it's happened until you can tie it into a successful outcome. At this point, Destiny sounds dangerously like a religious belief - not a path I wish to take.

Whether destiny, astrological alignment or my ability to bounce back from disappointment, I have decided to give writing another go and have picked up on a discarded novel I'd started before my lovely man died. With sense of humour intact, I am keeping all paths, roads and avenues open so that sometime in the future I can say that there was a good reason why I didn't get all those jobs I applied for.

1 comment:

Puddock said...

Good for you Jen! I'm having a bash at a novel too (again!) - we can encourage each other as we go.

Wrong numbers are hilarious aren't they? I am a vigorous atheist, as you know, yet I get the occasional call for some Catholic church that has the same number but a different dialling code. I resist the temptation to tell them where they are going wrong...

As for the massage mixup, you can always put it into your book - maybe that's what 'destiny' is giving you - a plot line!