I watched the George Michael story whilst delayed in the airport. What a talented man and what a story he tells. It’s had a profound impact on me. I have been musing on the purpose of my own life and the direction I am travelling in. Physically I am in a small plane flying from Paris to Bristol – I am reeling from a pitch to 7 people in Paris that was thwarted by IT failures and whilst I kept it together and made the best of a bad job I 
missed the window to impress them and to win their hearts and minds. Mentally I have made a stellar leap in my professional life and so far I have yet to prove myself to my company or myself as a sales person. I am devastated that I haven’t achieved what I set out to do in this role yet. I can’t sleep properly, I am lethargic and stressed and I am starting to worry about my finances and my future. It’s a horrible place to be. Suddenly my success is damaged and my sense of achievement has been taken away. That fragile bit of self confidence that I have gradually built over the past 15 years has been broken. I was once told I had impostor syndrome – honestly I am an imposter at the moment.
I can’t wait to feel my daughter’s arms around my neck and be home. I am paralysed by the need to run my home and by an inability to escape this place I have carved for myself. I have no special talent and no dream or business idea I can follow. I feel I’d like to hit something with passion and gusto but can’t for the life of me envisage what?! What is next. How can I prepare? What direction should I travel in?
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