A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, a seasoned events management professional was sat in the office and the boss says "We've all been sent home, gather your stuff, we're going to be working remotely". Hello COVID pandemic.
A little bit later, hello furlough.
School was out, so I became my son's teacher.
Turns out that the man who was coming in each evening and eating my cooking was in fact my husband. It was nice to get to know him.
I dusted off my camera, got myself some new qualifications (oh how things had changed since I'd studied photography back in college...)
LIFE. WAS. GOOD.
Normality began to resume. School and work resumed. Things starting falling back to the old ways. I didn't like the old ways. The old ways involved little to no quality time as a family, fleeting moments of togetherness over a hasty meal flung from the microwave. A child in wrap-around care before and after school to fit with work schedules, a little life still in single digits yet out of the house for nine hours plus a day. Home was only for eating (quickly) then sleeping.
So I took a deep breath and walked away from a 17 year career, and I took my life back.
And now?
I'm now a multi-award winning photographer, and I'm loving every damn minute of it.
"Do a job you love, and you'll never work a day in your life".
The end.