The 2-month whirlwind that has led to me feeling unstoppable

Today I feel like a new man.

In the last 2 months, my life has moved and swayed epically as I overcame unemployment and near homelessness to now be working an ideal job and living on my own in an ideal location.

It’s been challenging but fun. I suppose I have a level of comfort with the nerve-racking stakes of life on the edge.

When I arrived back in Melbourne 2 months ago, I was greeted with immediate unemployment as the owner of the cafe I worked at decided to shut the doors with no notice after years of losing money.

In the blink of an eye, I was without income (and a dwindling savings account).

On top of that, the share house that I was living in was not tenable.

Things were starting to look dicey.

Throw in 100s of job applications, failed interviews and some less than-savoury drinking tendencies and yep… we had a recipe for a large-scale panic attack.

I took the panic attack in my stride and kept moving.

In a sense I was drifting, but deep down I knew where I was going—I just had to stay afloat until I reached the shore.

Then a lighthouse appeared.

A friend from the gym offered to refer me to a former colleague of his in the private health space. He said that he couldn’t guarantee a job, but could at least get me an interview.

When people make these sorts of ‘empty promises’ I tend to glaze over.

Not that I didn’t trust him to follow through, it’s just that I know humans and on average we want to appear helpful and kind.

But often lack the time or energy to follow through on these intentions.

So, when he did message his friend instantly, showed me proof and gave me an email address to forward my resume onto—I was very pleased/surprised.

I sent over the resume but heard nothing.

I wasn’t holding any level of hope. I didn’t have enough energy for hope.

My mate followed up the lead a couple of times; he was invested—then I got the text I had been waiting for.

“Hey Matt, Brendan here… would be interested in a chat… please call me back.”

I made the call.

Booked in an interview.

And the very next day got word that I had been successful.

Starting in 2 weeks time, at a very convenient office located in my favourite part of the world on a very acceptable base salary + commission structure and training to be a private health insurance sales agent.

What a blessing!

The 2 weeks elapsed, and training began.

My living situation did leave a little to be desired. Although I was grateful to have a roof over my head, I was subletting a friend’s apartment while she was away on a work contract and essentially living out of boxes.

Now securely employed, it was time to do away with all the temporary accommodation solutions and find somewhere to live.

The mission got underway immediately as I began an intense search for a place I could call my own.

On the Friday I hit 3 inspections, on Saturday another 4.

I knew exactly what building I wanted to live in and how much I was willing to pay—but would compromise for something in a similar proximity.

Suddenly, a listing popped out where the inspection had been cancelled.

It wasn’t the perfect building or price, but it was close enough and more importantly it was available. You see, my friend was on the way back from QLD and would soon be needing her apartment back—I had a week to find a home!

Despite having some major issues to the presentation of the apartment (e.g. half the carpet missing in the bedroom), I was keen to make it happen asap.

I hustled the agent every day for a week.

Email, call… call, email… text, call… email, text.

Then on the Thursday I got the news, the landlord had agreed to my application. The bond and rent was paid and I organised to pick up the keys Saturday morning.

One day to spare before having to find an alternate living situation.

Phew!

With the help of a very good friend, I was able to hustle hard to have my entire life moved and unpacked into my new place on the Sunday.

It was a big job, but it was done, I was home.

The next morning I walked to work, from my own apartment. Just a short 5 minute stroll from my front door to the office.

The gratitude I felt in that moment was immeasurable.

This, to me, is the definition of wealth.

Over the last couple of weeks it has been slowly unpacking, organising and refining. I am developing the routines and habits that stabilise me.

• Gratitude
• Morning writing
• Gym in the evening
• Walks around the Yarra

Life is good.

Like Marcus said up top… “if you set yourself to your present task… self-content with each present action… then you will lead a good life.”

I knew I was heading in the right direction.

It is hard to remember that when you’re in the storm, but if you can keep your head down and concentrate on small steps, eventually you will find clear skies.

My confidence was shaken at times, but my self-worth and gratitude remained.

And it still does.

As I write this from my courtyard in my apartment before I head to my ideal job in my ideal location, I remind myself of the grind to get here.

Content with each moment, but extremely grateful to be here.

The task does not change though.

Remaining self-content with the work at hand for the works sake. Nothing more or less. This is the good life.

If my focus remains here, I know I will be unstoppable.

Now go friend, focus on your present task.

With gratitude,

Sav.

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