I saw this quote …
Which got me thinking…( oh oh)
When I was younger I wanted to take over the world… I think most of us do.
I was happy (mostly) but always thought I was meant for better things. You know the grass is greener etc.
Sometimes I didn’t appreciate the moment because I was already looking / moving onto the next.
I had ambitions -to have a fabulous job, earn loads of money, travel, write a book and find the perfect man. Preferably a very handsome one with a good job and a big house.
In reality I worked at the same company for 14 years. Which was probably 10 years too long!
I did o.k . I worked my way up from Receptionist to Office Manager earning an average wage.
The role may have sounded quite glam. It wasn’t. All I seemingly did was make coffee 24/7 for everybody and their mothers and wash up dirty pots .There wasn’t much office managing going on to be honest. Glorified cleaner would have been more fitting!
Your probably wondering why I stayed so long? It felt safe, I lacked confidence, I had some great friends nada nada …
Towards the end of my time there I hated it but myself more . I was bored, felt undermined and bloody useless.
I’d lost all my confidence in my ability . Redundancy ( voluntary I might add) gave me the kick I needed.
I left with ( my beloved Fiat Punto) a few great friends and my dignity just about in tact.
Don’t get me wrong I fully support ambition; striving to be better. To this day I still try and learn something new everyday…
It’s just good to take stock every now and again, sit back, have a look around and appreciate what you already have.
I used to think about it like this – if they want to pay me ££££’s to make coffee all day , more fool them. Yes it maybe shitty (at times) BUT Outside of work I had great family and friends. It paid for my fabulous clothes, skin peels and weekends away.
Style-wise – in my mindset – I’d swan around Sheffield like ‘ Carrie Bradshaw ‘ I’d don the most fabulous outfits, sip expensive cocktails and have men falling at my feet.
Instead I was the woman scuttling around town with her head down . The one who hadn’t quite found her style, confidence or how to express herself.
The one who many moons ago wore tartan hot pants, red tights with pixie boots and got laughed at by a group of guys I was trying to impress.
Instead of embracing the look ( like Carrie would and how I would have done today) I tried to hide ( behind pillars, by sitting down)
I never wore the outfit again. It was bloody fabulous too.
The only men falling at my feet where those stumbling out of Isabella’s pissed as farts!
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