Sitting in a café, observing the commotion all around me, I’m reminded of the road travelled.
That was me, twenty years ago, serving investment bankers on their lunch breaks off Berkley Square in Mayfair.
Those days driving an Italian coffee machine the prelude to my first job in the health service, sticking labels on envelopes.
It’s good to recall the journey. It keeps you grounded. Reminds you who you are, where you’ve been, what you’ve done.
Perspective for those days when I tell myself, “I deserve better than this.”
What, better than a leisurely lunch in a quiet café, enjoying a piece of cake with my latte? What more do I want?
Last modified: 22 September 2024
