Follow your bliss, or at least that’s what people say. I’ve always found this saying really condescending, as if suddenly all the answers would be revealed to me, when in fact, it left me just as clueless as before. In spite of this, in terms of my career I did exactly that, I did any job matching just one criteria – it had to be fun. Unfortunately when I hit twenty nine I realized that ‘following my bliss’ whilst fun, really hadn’t worked out too well. I was living pay check to pay check and in terms of any sort of real accomplishment I had nothing to show for it. So with the aid of therapy I formulated a plan.
I knew I wanted an office job and the type of work I didn’t have to take home. So I sat down and brainstormed. I wrote my weaknesses and strengths down, I listed my skills and my ideal job, even down to the salary. Soon after I became a receptionist at a high brow mergers and acquisitions company in the city of London. Things were going well but I couldn’t help but feel I was able to do more than just tend to meeting rooms, despite the attractive salary. So I took a personal assistant diploma and, disillusioned with London I sought local work.