It took me until I was almost 43 to find my perfect job. And don't be mistaken ..... I am not saying that the jobs before that were not exciting, well paid, boring, frustrating, interesting, social, annoying, well travelled, learning curves etc etc, I am simply saying that when I walked into my current job, it felt like I had "come home" in many ways.
This job is nothing like I ever in my life imagined where I would end up. With my qualification firmly entrenched in Public Relations and Journalism, will extensive PR experience and being a deft hand at media relations, press releases and anything requiring me to be out there and addressing people, having a career at a home for mentally disabled adults would probably not have made my ten year plan list, or twenty or thirty. Even though I do, in my position there, still address media and speak to people all day every day sourcing funding, it is a market I would never have expected to enter.
Yet karma and life and fate have other plans for us, and when the three of them conspired together for a number of reasons three, almost four years ago, they pushed me quite convincingly to this interview. And despite the fact that I fell down a step and broke my foot whilst stopping for tea en route as I was early, I hobbled through the interview, got the job and arrived for my first day 4 days later at the beginning of the month, on crutches wearing a moonboot. It was hard to say who look most surprised on the day.
Since then my job is in my heart and my soul. I miss my office when I am on leave, I wonder what the ladies and gents we take care of are doing .... and I wake up with a great sense of joy when I return ..... as I do tomorrow after 2 week's leave.
Now how many people can say that in their mid 40's they changed direction completely and found their place. Their job soulmate and the ability to feel such peace? I am blessed indeed.
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| One of our beautiful ladies we take care of xxx |
till next time
c'est la vie xxx
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