I'm having a bit of a career-mid-life-crisis. I woke up on January 1st, excited. Excited about my work and what I was going to do next. My second book is about to come out and I was determined that this would be the last year of earning so little I don't have to pay tax. And now I've hit a wall. We went away last week to Canouan, a heavenly Caribbean island, where I was sure I would come up with a game plan. I would come home clear headed and sorted, raring to go. Instead, I feel more disillusioned and confused than ever. My brain has frozen. Hence no posts for the last two weeks.
My problem is that there are too many things that I want to do and I can't decide what to commit to. I flit in and out of love with the idea of each one on a daily basis. I feel the time has come to make an actual decision. So the choices are; interior styling or floristry. Or completely changing tack by starting up a shop or cafe.
Ideally I'd like to combine everything. Ideally, a nice billionaire would back me and I'd rent a beautiful, white-washed, airy, light filled space and set up an all in one cafe, gallery, shop, florist and office- where I'd work on interior projects. And write book number three. And ideally, it would be a success. Chaz tells me it's impossible to make money in retail these days. Unless your name is Philip Green. And this is where the problem lies. Maybe an accountancy course might be a better place to start.
On that note, I think it's time to go back to burying my head in the sand…
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