I am a list-maker.I write lists that will easily fill up three-quarters of a side of A4 because I love the possibilities of what can be accomplished each day.I am a dreamer, and three-quarters of that daily list will remain untouched, but it will be carried over to the next day because I am optimistic about its achievement.I am a reader. I love books of all sorts of shapes, sizes and genres. An ideal day for me will typically involve curling up somewhere (preferably in a large comfortable oversized armchair) with a cup of tea and a portion of chocolate for good measure. It must also be warm.
Approaching 40, it’s easy to think that I’m going to have to constantly justify why these adventures and challenges are taking place now, with children and responsibilities still abundant at home, no steady job, one career already behind me, when many organisations and initiatives appear to want to focus on supporting only those trying to discover themselves with an age ceiling of 26. Being overlooked for educational and entrepreneurial handouts because of my age struck more than just a nerve.
I woke up today wondering how I could restore some of the belief that I once held in my own dreams. You see, lately, they’ve become wishy-washy, a hope rather than a goal, dimly lit and hazy. I’m not sure when that happened. It certainly wasn’t overnight, but instead a gradual erosion of self-confidence and […]