Having lived in nearly all the Shires of Great Britain I have felt very lucky indeed. Born in Berkshire (Slough), brought up in Buckinghamshire (Gerrards X), bought (and sold) a cottage in Oxfordshire, bought (and sold) a bungalow in Aberdeenshire, and now live in my van travelling the winding roads in Worcestershire's hills, rivers and forests.
The reason for all this seemingly nomadic life? I partnered up with a military man.
Way back in the '90s, I signed-up for secretarial employment and it wasn't long before I skipped up the career ladder to that of a PA position. In that role, I pushed piles of paper, booked a multitude of boardrooms, arranged an array of worldwide itineraries - and learned more about Executive stress (in London's TV and publishing environments) than I perhaps would have liked to. Which got me thinking.
After, I changed tactics and aimed for a career in counselling where I began to serve the welfare of our military might.
Most people who choose to live the military life have struggled. Most have come from a home of addictions, financial issues, criminal activities and the most horrible of abuses (mental, physical and emotional). It was my job to help them transition the changes they made by assisting them reframe their thoughts, rewind their memories and restart their lives.
Many people are afraid of the people in this world. However, from my experience the majority of those that have crossed my path (and there have been a huge variety - from all walks of life!), have been good, kind folk - with an interesting tale to tell along the way.
Another thing I've noticed: all those who have dealt with the bombs and bullets on the battlefield (literally or figuratively), believe in God.
Along with the rest of the population of the world, in 2020, I literally lost EVERYTHING. Redundancy lost me my job and the military accommodation. Many of my friends and family either moved on out of the country or, sadly, passed away. The govt, bless their little cotton socks, decided I didn't look or act like a pensioner, so to help me identify with that, told me I had to wait just a wee bitty longer to receive my pension.
One thing I've noticed, is that no one can accuse me of not embracing variety!
Today, I work with the attitude of an octopus. I am privileged to welcome part-time work as counsellor (chiefly charitable, for veterans on the verge of suicide); painting pets and houses, I've also enjoyed looking after (and cleaning) pets and houses too. And I've written and published books, to help others achieve their own dreams.
During my time with the military, I helped thousands (literally) of young men find their path in life. Healing emotional turmoil and easing mental health issues with such a huge variety of personalities was indeed a challenge, but with a down-to-earth, non-judgemental approach (i.e. no bullshit or psychobabble), I was able to help them exceed their own expectations.
As you can see, I have a wide range of knowledge and experience under my belt, so, why wouldn't I want to put that to good use and help others through the rollercoaster of their life?