Wearing Suits

If you had asked me 30 years ago, where I would be at 50, well I had a completely different picture in my head to what it actually is.

I would have said that I would be in Australia, in a nice house with a nice car, with a nice little office job and that I would wear a suit.  My husband would also have a nice little office job and wear a suit.  My children would have been grown and left home, in their own little houses, with their own little jobs in suits.

Goodness me!  How more wrong could I have been.

Instead, I live in a completely different country, my house is DIY chaos and probably will be all my life and my car is probably worse than the one I had at university.    My husband wears work boots, filthy jeans, a hard hat (when he remembers!) and runs his own company. My children are still with me, and I doubt very much they will leave for many many years and they most probably won’t have jobs that require wearing a suit!  And most importantly I found out early on that I do not like office jobs and I HATE HATE suits.

So now I run my own business – full time, all the time.  I have given up my lovely editorial job, as I was running out of time in the day and I have taken a very huge and scary leap into the unknown to be completely responsible for everything that I do. (And that’s why I haven’t written a blog for a bit – it’s been a big step!)

Check me out: http://www.litusdigital.co.uk/

I love my life – even though it is not what I would have pictured 30 years ago and even though it’s messy, chaotic, scary, full of mistakes, up and down and just all over the place really.  But it’s all MY mess and chaos and it’s full of great people, it’s very creative and interesting and I wouldn’t change it for the world – although I am quaking in my boots half the time.

And do you know what? I don’t even own a jacket – let alone a full suit!