When I was 13 my greatest ambition was
To live in a penthouse and be waiting each day
at home for my husband to return home from work
To his slipper and a home-cooked meal.
Apologies to the feminist!
I was only a teenager:-)
At 44 years old I am sure I am either
undergoing a mid-life crises or reverting
back to my childhood dream.
I am sure whatever happens between 13 and 44
was a big diversion and I have finally come to my
For the past 20 years everything revolved around
my career . It was my creative outlet, my form of
expression; it was me.
Until one day something called chronic fatigue brought
to realisation my powerlessness and that my passport
to the world and life did not lie in my job.
Financial independence led to emotional independence but that could not compensate for my deepest need, my deepest level of discontent.
Yes, I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me.
And so at 44, with my many work upheavals over the past year,
I relish the thought of not working at all.
Oh! my God, I forgot to get married! 🙂
That’s the price you pay for running after success.
So now I am at one of those moments in life – called a crossroad.
I can either revert back to and live my childhood ambition and there’s little chance of that as it involved one other party
I could run off to Jamaica and sit under a coconut tree, listen
to reggae music whilst sipping rum punch all day [another dream]
Or grow up..grin and bear it until I learn my true vocation…
Copyright: Karen Roach