Re: Change

Life changes quickly. It only takes one person to make a decision and lives change. Today I made a decision not to attend a second interview for a job. For many people, the reason for this is confusing. I should be grateful for what I’ve been offered; a chance to work in a firm in a finance-based role on a good salary. I certainly need a job (apparently there aren’t many around) so the principle of turning down potential employment seems stupid.

The truth is that it is stupid. If I wanted financial security, employment security or a chance of reducing the strain that comes with being unemployed then I should have aimed for this job. But that isn’t what I want. I want to be happy. These things are not the same.

Happiness is a strange thing. On the one hand it seems an elusive principle that is hard to pin down or aim for. Many people strive to be happy by aspiring to greater things. There is a state of mind that says that happiness is something to aim for, that you are working now for happiness later. Some people still believe happiness comes with wealth.

On the other hand, it is something definitive that describes one single moment in a person’s life. “I was happy when my team won”. “I was happy when my son was born”. “My wedding day was the happiest day of my life”. These are moderately common expressions of happiness. How often do you hear someone say simply, “I am happy”?

Unhappiness tends to be more noticeable in our everyday life; it is much harder to realise when we are happy. Often it is not until something changes that we realise what we’ve been missing. There is a very real danger that we can live life always wanting more whilst never appreciating what we’ve already got.

I knew I was unhappy studying economics at university, and when I think back over my life I have usually been happiest when being creative. It’s what I love to do. So why, then, would I sacrifice potentially doing a job I love for one that brings different kinds of benefits and rewards? I may be lucky enough to get a job that I love, but at the very, very least I’m going to get a job that makes me happy. I don’t care how much it pays. I don’t care what it’s doing. I don’t care whether it’s what other people expect me to do. I care that life’s too short, and if you don’t take charge of your own destiny then you can’t complain when it lands you somewhere you don’t want to be.

In Toronto there is an amazing chain of restaurants whose staff carry sayings around on their t-shirts. “No regrets just lessons learned” was one that stuck in my memory. That, and a really great burger. It was really yummy. The other thing that comes to mind is a cheesy pop song called “The Climb”.

Ain’t about how fast I get there. Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side. It’s the climb.

I’m not one for cheesy pop songs so I’ll move on. My point is that life is a journey, but it ain’t about the destination. It’s about how you get there. There’s no point in shouting at yourself because you’ve taken a wrong road, just change your route. Everyone has places they’d like to visit, and a destination they’d like to head to, but the way you get there is completely flexible and should not be mapped out mile for mile. It can’t be. There will be roadworks. You will be diverted.

As much fun as it would be, I can’t sit here and preach about how everyone should be happy no matter what situation they’re in. It would be hypocritical, because right now I’m not happy. I haven’t been for a while. But I should be. Happiness is a state of mind. You can influence it. Don’t let the world dictate how happy you are, it already has enough fun throwing obstacles in your way. Take charge of who you are and how you feel. Being master of your own destiny does not mean having the power to define your future, it means having the power to face the random challenges life throws at you. Be yourself, and be it to the best of your ability.

There is always someone worse off who is happier than you.

Remember this?

Monday 22nd November 2010, at 2:55pm… I should be working. I always should be working but instead I am writing to you… my future self. How are you doing? Right now I don’t know what to do, or what’s gonna happen in the next 6 months. I don’t know if I’ll finish Uni, or drop out. If I’ll get an honours degree or an ordinary degree. If I pass or if I fail. What’s strange is that I’m talking to someone who knows. Wanna give me a clue what I should do?

It’s a strange thing writing to yourself. At least when I write this blog I imagine that I’m writing to the world, but writing to yourself means writing to someone you know better than anyone else on the planet. Monday 22nd November last year was not the first time I’d written to myself… When I was younger I used to keep a list of people I’d sent christmas cards to the previous year (a tradition inherited from my parents). I got into the habit of writing myself a little note to accompany the list, knowing that the next year at Christmas time I would find it. It started with a “Merry Christmas!” and gradually got longer. Eventually I gave up writing these lists (I now prefer to buy a pack of cards and randomly select twelve facebook friends as recipients) and with it gave up writing to myself.

When I came across Future Me, I couldn’t resist writing to myself again. If I remember correctly, I wrote a letter to my future self in five years time as well as a letter to be received in seven months and eight days; five years is a long time to wait to see the fruits of your labour. It’s exciting to feel like you can communicate with a future version of yourself, albeit a one way conversation. What would you tell your future self? Turns out I wanted to tell the me of the future things that fell into two brackets; the compulsory “OMG, this is so cool! This is what it’s like for me now, do you remember?!” section and a more philosophical section where I reminded my future self of the values that were important to me at the time.

You remember Ben? I hope so because if everything goes according to plan, you should have just had an amazing night at the Glee concert… Say hi to future Ben for me!

Future Ben is my current flatmate. We did indeed have an amazing night at the Glee concert. In’t that clever! I think future Ben was very appreciative of his greeting from the past, I mean who wouldn’t be? But this wasn’t the most interesting bit of the letter for me… instead I found the philosophical bits quite striking:

Remember the measure of success is happiness. If you are not happy right now, to some degree, then something has gone wrong… change it. Have strength and have courage, and never stop in the pursuit of happiness. Just remember to enjoy yourself along the way… in the words of Miley Cyrus and Joe McElderry it IS The Climb.

Granted my positive reaction to this paragraph is not going to be limited by the fact that it references Joe McElderry, but what I found inspiring is that in the seven months and eight days since I sent myself the letter, I have lived my life within the guidelines that I’d felt the need to remind myself of. The way I looked at life back then was the way I lived life over the next period. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m quite a philosophical person and it is encouraging to know that what I thought worthy to tell my future self was not something of which I needed reminding. I lived life how I wanted to live it.

I found out this week that I have passed my degree. The last three years, and the last seven months, were worth it. I was seriously considering dropping out of my course at the time I wrote to myself but that wouldn’t have been the right decision, and I persevered and finished what I’d started. I also found out this week that I am no longer unemployed! I will be working for two months as Front of House for a production of Treasure Island. The position my life is at right now is not something I could have imagined in November, but I know that the decisions I’ve made that got me here are consistent with what I wanted way back then.

Maybe when I receive the next letter to myself I’ll be able to say that I’ve got the TV job I dream of. Maybe I won’t. Who knows where I will be in another seven months time; the future is totally unimaginable for me right now. But what I hope beyond anything is that I’ll be able to say once more that I have continued to live life to the values which I feel are important. If I can say that then maybe the pursuit of happiness isn’t a pursuit after all.

No regrets, just lessons learned.

Ash x