that I could no longer stand the usual office politics.

After changing teams a couple of times, I found myself working with a boss who thought the sun shone out of him and who blatantly admitted to preferring blondes. Well, I could never pass for a blonde even with your eyes closed, and I could

I played the complete stay-at-home mother role for three and a half long years, by the end of which I was absolutely yearning to be back at work, to regain my independence and most of all to begin properly repaying personal debts that had been stagnating during this period.

I could not wait to get back to work so I took the first offer that came along despite knowing that the position was far below my capabilities and qualifications. Luckily, it was not long before I proved myself enough to move on up.

At the time, I remember a conversation I had with one of my very good friends who was complaining about her work. Just freshly back into the workforce, I remember thinking to myself, “I’ll never feel like this. In fact, I am ever so grateful to have a job to go to.”

But that was not for long. Well, I suppose four full years back in employment was a long time, really. Then the classic dissatisfaction set in.

I started wishing I had more time to spend with my children whom I now saw briefly in the mornings, approximately forty-five minutes in the evenings and weekends. When I lost my dad during this period, wanting to see my children grow became more important. Not to mention that I could no longer stand the usual office politics.

After changing teams a couple of times, I found myself working with a boss who thought the sun shone out of him and who blatantly admitted to preferring blondes. Well, I could never pass for a blonde even with your eyes closed, and I could n

t back to work so I took the first offer that came along despite knowing that the position was far below my capabilities and qualifications. Luckily, it was not long before I proved myself enough to move on up.

At the time, I remember a conversation I had with one of my very good friends who was complaining about her work. Just freshly back into the workforce, I remember thinking to myself, “I’ll never feel like this. In fact, I am ever so grateful to have a job to go to.”

But that was not for long. Well, I suppose four full years back in employment was a long time, really. Then the classic dissatisfaction set in.

I started wishing I had more time to spend with my children whom I now saw briefly in the mornings, approximately forty-five minutes in the evenings and weekends. When I lost my dad during this period, wanting to see my children grow became more important. Not to mention that I could no longer stand the usual office politics.

After changing teams a couple of times, I found myself working with a boss who thought the sun shone out of him and who blatantly admitted to preferring blondes. Well, I could never pass for a blonde even with your eyes closed, and I could

omplaining about her work. Just freshly back into the workforce, I remember thinking to myself, “I’ll never feel like this. In fact, I am ever so grateful to have a job to go to.”

But that was not for long. Well, I suppose four full years back in employment was a long time, really. Then the classic dissatisfaction set in.

I started wishing I had more time to spend with my children whom I now saw briefly in the mornings, approximately forty-five minutes in the evenings and weekends. When I lost my dad during this period, wanting to see my children grow became more important. Not to mention that I could no longer stand the usual office politics.

After changing teams a couple of times, I found myself working with a boss who thought the sun shone out of him and who blatantly admitted to preferring blondes. Well, I could never pass for a blonde even with your eyes closed, and I could

ic dissatisfaction set in.

I started wishing I had more time to spend with my children whom I now saw briefly in the mornings, approximately forty-five minutes in the evenings and weekends. When I lost my dad during this period, wanting to see my children grow became more important. Not to mention that I could no longer stand the usual office politics.

After changing teams a couple of times, I found myself working with a boss who thought the sun shone out of him and who blatantly admitted to preferring blondes. Well, I could never pass for a blonde even with your eyes closed, and I could

that I could no longer stand the usual office politics.

After changing teams a couple of times, I found myself working with a boss who thought the sun shone out of him and who blatantly admitted to preferring blondes. Well, I could never pass for a blonde even with your eyes closed, and I could not bring myself to suck up to him enough so he proceeded to make my working life as difficult as possible.

Something had to change. I did not want to return to the full-time stay-at-home mum position. Not when I had only just put my finances back in order. I wanted to keep being active as well as be more of a mum. I guess you could say that I wanted to have my cake and eat it.

I did a lot of thinking, a lot of inner work exercises and took inventory of my career to date including the skills I enjoyed using the most. I arrived at the decision that I wanted to do more of three things:

1. Speaking
2. Writing and
3. Investing (At the time I was mostly focussing on Property Investing. I later acknowledged my skills included the Stockmarket)

Armed with this incredulous insight into what my future entailed, I made the bold decision to resign from my J.O.B. I remember standing on the number one platform at East Croydon station when I had this bingo moment. I was making my way to work and feeling rather like a square plug being forced into a round socket.

I knew something did not sit right with my spirit. I could no longer use the excu