Well, here I am back in Playa, I arrived about 10pm last night and was happy to unlock the door to my lovely home. I'm now busy unpacking all my new goodies, and working out where to hang the tryptich of canvases I brought home. Although I was 1.5kg over my 15kg baggage allowance, they kindly let me move some things to my hand luggage and I got home without paying anything extra. Now that's great because it would have cost me almost $100 to send just the canvases by road.
On the plane on the way home I was reading in the International Living magazine how different people fund their retirement, either by setting up businesses or "portable" jobs like writing, photography and copywriting, and thinking about ways I could do the same.
This morning I got a phone call from my banker at Bancomer, asking me to become a partner with the bank by writing articles for their newsletter. I had shown Sandra the article I wrote in this blog about the bank when I opened my account. She showed it to someone else and they were obviously impressed.
This phone call came out of the blue, but could be the start of something interesting. She says they won't pay me in cash (I guess that would be paying for referrals) but may organise other benefits. For me, it's an opportunity to get my writing out there, and maybe that will lead to something else, who knows?
The only small catch is that the deadline is today at 4pm (she phoned at 11.30!) so I need to get my thinking cap on, and my fingers skimming along the keyboard FAST!
I am reminded once again how powerful are our thoughts, and how if we focus on something we want for our lives, in one way or another opportunities come our way and we need to be ready to take hold and follow them. Stay tuned for my new career....
Well I have a new Career to - well at least I explored the possibility of one. Woke last night to the sound of Kelsey screamimg her head off - no she wasn't having sex ( but I wish she was then she might be moving out) but she was standing in the middle of her bed with her bed side light shining at her desk screaming DAAAAD! there's a mouse in my room. Can you imaging a 6ft tall slim red head being intimidated by a 100gm mouse?
ReplyDeleteToby the wonder dog and I set off in hot pursuit as there was no way she was going to be quiet or go back to sleep - I pointed out that if she didn't leave food on her floor or stopped eating in bed there would be little need for the mouse to be in her room . Anyway the chase was on. Geeze theý're quick - 15 minutes later I've removed the draws from her bureau, desk, pulled up all the stuff under the bed, picked up dirty clothes that had somehow fallen to the floor and moved almost every shoe she owns from the floor to a high surface. there was only on place to go - behind her guitar which I had left in one corner. Toby stood on one side sniffing quite loudly - i quickly twisted the guitar so that the mouse saw Toby then twisted it the other way - the mouse took off straight away from toby into my hand! ( and very quickly from there into a plastic bag).
I wasn't tempted to do a Bear Grills and bight its head off and eat its warm entrails - not in the slightest!
So what do you thing - a career as a bear handed mouse catcher ( who just happens to work in his undies!)