Wagga Wagga to Worcestershire & back again
After 12 months of gestating, birthing, recovering and learning to mother, my maternity leave period is coming to an end. This time next week I’ll be sat back at my desk at work and striving to find that sometimes seemingly impossible balance between being a wife and mother, having a career and maintaining a sense of self…
The other day I stumbled across an article that got me thinking. The 20 minute rule is essentially about dealing with the little setbacks in your life. Something doesn’t go to plan – you’ve got 20 minutes to get upset/angry/whiny about it all, then you move on.
In a strange twist of fate, a few hours after reading about the rule, I myself received some news that gave me a little wobble…
It’s been close to five months since stopped working as a journalist. Taking a break 10 years into my career so I could move to England was once of the scariest decisions I think I’ve made. I had a good job that paid well, worked with a wonderful team and enjoyed what I did. Why leave all of that?
I was never one of those kids who dreamed of being a reporter, I sort fell into journalism. My year 11 English teacher had suggested I investigate a degree in journalism. It seemed interesting so I applied and got accepted into my university of choice to study for a Bachelor of Journalism. It was only perhaps half way through my first year of that degree that I knew that I’d made the right decision. I got such a buzz from writing under deadline. Researching, interviewing and penning stories gave me a thrill like I’d never experienced before.
Wattle and Ash 