I wasn’t even sure if the ‘real me’ existed anymore. What happened to the confident, capable Lisa, with all her plans and her dreams to make a difference? I had two degrees, shouldn’t I have had this shit figured out by now?
At school, you’re taught to choose one ‘thing’ that you want to ‘be’. You study, work your way up, do everything you’re supposed to do.
And then you find that you’ve grown and changed, and your job feels too small, somehow.
But the system isn't set up to help you shift into something else, is it?
Everywhere you look you’re coming up against a wall.
Even if you’ve got half a clue about what else you’d like to do, you’ve not got the qualifications, the experience, the money or perhaps even the time to make the move.
And to top it all, you feel like a big embarrassing failure.
Maybe, like I did, you’re wondering if work you love is just a pretty fantasy, something that other people get to do… like owning a yacht, or winning the lottery. A nice pipe dream, but not for the likes of you.
