Have been up since 6am, pondering my future with gloom rather than excitement. Why ain’t I happy? After all I am off to sunny Cannes tomorrow. Well I hope it’s sunny or I’ll ask for my money back! But while it will be nice to see the family, get a bit of fresh air and walk the sites I haven’t visited for over 15 years (or there about), I am anxious at disappearing for a week when in the middle of finding a new job and preferably the perfect job for me; ie interesting, within walking distance and of course outrageously well paid so I can save for my fast approaching retirement. Not too much to ask, is it? Unfortunately and realistically, just finding an employer who’ll have me may be the only criteria I can hope for. I can’t help thinking that they’ll be counting the years left in me and thinking “not worth it”, “too old for change”, etc, etc. I can counter all that, but only if given the chance. Continue reading
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What now?
09/08/2015 – Strike when the iron is hot they say. Well it couldn’t have been hotter than last Friday when I walked out of my job (more like a phantom job actually) at the uncomfortable age of 59 (& a half). That was not the action of a second wind of careless youth but more that of a too old to suffer fools any more. So what now? Perhaps it’s time to think outside the box ‘cause right now I feel quite liberated. But how do I combine my finance experience & boundless commitment with my love of interior design and my passion for helping kids in Africa? Too weird a mix to work? Who knows. But what I do know is that it would make the last productive years of my life a hell of a ride. I might start with a blog “She got to 60 and thought “I haven’t been me” perhaps?
you never learn mum 