Recently, I bought these beautiful suitcases at a local flea market, which were filled with lots of gorgeous loveliness.
While I sit here, sorting through my new pretties, I find myself having a
bit of a tussle with my conscience.
It’s nothing new really.
The same tussle I have every year...every month, sometimes even on a daily basis.
The usual one that goes something like this...
”What am I doing here? The kids are getting bigger. They’re at school all day, they need me less and less. I could be out. Meeting people. Earning my own some extra money. Doing MY THING.” Except, I’m not sure what ‘my thing’ is.
10 years ago I was carving a career in the media world. I worked in television.
It was fun. Exciting. I met my Mr Right there.
I felt like I was at the centre of the universe in that office. As though our decisions meant everything.
Now I realise that as fun it was, it really isn’t the be-all and end-all. And I’ve moved on.
Being there for my kids is the most important thing to me. But I also need to feel fulfilled. My business dreams seem to have stalled- I’ve lost direction...
But as I sit here and try to decide what to do with my future and while I sort my lace into pretty piles I think...”filing was never this fun at the office!”
