It’s a long story…. Or is it?
I did what I was supposed to do. I went to University. I got a job. I got another job. As a New Zealander I was obligated to “find myself” in the thrill and terror of moving overseas. I did (thank you, Melbourne, Australia). That wasn’t far enough or terrifying enough, so I tried out London. Then, China.
In 2008, I sat in my office, looking out through those vertical venetian blind thingies. I had a huge job. I was the Human Resources Director for a 4,000 employee casino in Macau, SAR. My view comprised of a hallway, then another office, and through that other office’s windows a grey and milky sky and a motorway bridge. I cried.
Don’t get me wrong, I love offices. I love desks and phones and filing trays. I don’t even mind obstructed views of polluted skylines (well…) But I was in the wrong job. I twisted my venetian blinds shut and bawled my eyes out, thinking about how lost I felt. The worst of it? I am a trained career coach. Qualified to help people sort out “what the ^&*! should I do with my life?” And yet, here I was, bamboozled.
So, I quit. And then?
I resolved to “follow my natural enthusiasms”. That was my plan. Not exactly a road map. More of a mantra…