Reading back over my musings it appears that my whole life revolves around holidays, taking photos and baking cakes.
I guess that is true in a way.
However I do also work. Though some would argue that I don't work very hard.
I contract. I don't decrease in size (not unless I lay off the cakes I bake) - I work as a contractor. Mainly in Financial Services.
I can't say I ever set out, when I left school, to work in a Banking environment. Not me. I wanted to be a dancer. Or an artist. However, I was merely fair to middlin' at both.
Fair to middlin' doesn't cut it at the ballet schools. Or in art. You have to be superhuman at either of them to succeed.
I won't go in to the whole journey from dancer (which I did manage to achieve for a few years) to Communications Consultant. It would take longer than the thirty minutes I am allowing myself in my cubicle this evening.
Along that journey I lived on a narrow boat, owned two cars that cost the princely sum of £1 each and rode around (precariously) on a Honda CB 125. I never passed my test on the bike - I couldn't work out hill starts.
I had a whale of a time along the way and met some fantastic people - I still am.
At some point I grew up. I think it happened around the time I started doing the contracting. When you have worked somewhere for years - people remember you from way back. That's how it felt to me. I was always just that Debbie...not someone clever who knows a lot about whatever.
When you're working for different clients, on different programmes, in different locations - you grow. Well I did (nope - I don't mean the cakes). Over a number of years I have turned into someone who knows what they're doing. Someone the client will get onboard as an expert in her field. Go me. I almost feel like a fraud. Until I start in the role...and hear myself saying all the right things...see myself producing work I am proud of.
It's taken a long time for me to grow up. And be confident. But I feel like I can fly.
On the other hand...at one time I looked like this...
Breathe in...and relax?
I am now at that stage in my life where I can relax - and breathe out. I no longer need to hold in my metaphorical stomach to look like a size ten (or a professional, experienced communicator). I can relax.
Though I do still suck in my stomach - all day...everyday. It's good for the core (which is in there somewhere).
That sounds a complete load of twaddle. But I know what I meant!