Have you ever spent an evening sharing a bottle of wine at a bar at Manchester Piccadilly train station, with a friend, as a sort of toast to a bizarrely brilliant day?
Today was a bizarre sort of day that started badly. The sort of badly that makes you reach for your check shirt, vest and leggings, over a nice dress. The sort of day where you remember what it’s like to get caught in the rain, so much so that you are almost steaming as you wait in the lobby at work, for the lift to get to the ground floor. The sort of day where, in effort to cheer people up, you make a brew round first thing, and then a door falls on your head and you spend an hour out-of-action and feeling dizzy.
It wasn’t set up to be a good day.
Not at all.
And as I sat there, working away, nursing a sore head, juggling projects and feeling very on edge, an email popped into my inbox. And I squealed. I wheeled my chair backwards and clacked across the room to direct my squeals at the one person who share my level of excitement. But I wanted more. I wanted to pull this particular project off, with fireworks and magic.
And so my day continued.
I escaped for fresh air and a pretty posh, but amazing, version of mushrooms on toast, with the best company I could ask for. I cupped a cappuccino in my hands and chatted away. About work. And holidays. And happy things. And, while my head was still sore, and my mind was a bit full of that ambitious stress, the sort where you’re determined to succeed, I walked back to the office thinking that maybe, just maybe, this day was going to turn out ‘okay’.
I kept working. More projects. More potential to change lives.
And the day ended with a long, exciting and daring meeting, along with three more exciting emails that have marked my biggest career success to date. I haven’t written anything inspiring, I haven’t won a huge contract, or beat a rival agency. I haven’t made us lots of money.
But I’ve made a difference.
In the coming weeks, I’ll be working on, and sharing a big campaign that will help change people’s lives. And my hard work, along with that of my brilliant colleagues, has made that happen.
And I can’t wait to share it.
Once upon a time, I was following a path in life that didn’t make me very happy.
So I made a change. And I changed jobs.
It was the catalyst for everything.
I stopped feeling guilty for being a working mum. I found a passion I forgot existed. I met people. I’ve learnt new things. I’ve given talks. I’ve made amazing friends. I met my best friend in fact. And I get to use the very few talents I have to make a difference.
Maybe, when the door hit me on the head this morning, I saw stars, but today has made me see things more clearly.
I’m going to change the world. And I’m going to be really happy doing it.
And it’s really not the wine and the olives talking.