When I’m Cleaning Windows

Just a Dream…

I find myself flat broke again, but that’s OK, I can handle it, I’ve been here many times before. I know how to live without any money, because I have had to learn the very hard way, so many times…

It’s my early days as an Oil Painter, I started painting in 2004, I became a window cleaner in approximately 2005. It wasn’t a particularly long, distinguished or successful career, but it gave me enough money to be able to restock with tubes of paint, canvases and brushes, the bare essentials for my craft.

I opted for window cleaning, because I had to choose a new type of self-employment that required a very small amount of capital. I just managed to scrape enough money together to purchase a squeegee, bucket and a cloth, the thought of owning a ladder was just a pipe dream at that stage of my new career, but then again, how many times have I been called a dreamer, I really don’t know… So I dreamt of owning a ladder…

With only my push-bike for transport, I had to work locally to my home, which at that time was my mum’s box room, in a two bedroom flat in an impoverished area of Brighton. Without my dream of owning a ladder, and with all the local properties being two storey houses, I could only work for customers that owned a ladder, and were willing to let me use it to clean their windows, and the windows of nearby houses.

It wasn’t very long before I could realise my dream of owning a two tier ladder. I set off on my bike to a local hardware shop, which was about a mile and a half from my home. I bought the ladder, balanced it over my right shoulder, and cycled home ready to expand my business, to be able to clean windows for customers that didn’t own a ladder.

It always starts with a thought, or a dream. I dared to dream again, this time I reached higher. When I was standing at the top of my ladder cleaning the upstairs windows for a customer, I started dreaming again. This time my dream was slightly bigger, more audacious, or as others have said, unrealistic, ridiculous, preposterous and downright stupid. But then again it was just a dream, right?

Now I dreamed of becoming a successful self-taught artist! It was only a dream, so what’s wrong with that? Why were we always told off for day-dreaming at school? My school-day dreams are coming true, so what’s wrong with that? Dare to dream, dare to dream high, reach for the top of the ladder, keep reaching, and keep dreaming, and if you are determined enough, prepared to go through the pain-barrier as many times as it takes, get back up and stand on your feet after they knock you off them, keep going, keep getting back up, keep dreaming, suffer the pain, grow from the pain, learn from the pain, ignore the detractors, and trust your instincts, your instincts will take you up that ladder, as far as you want to go, as far as you dare to reach, as far as you dare to dream…