Money Matters?

It’s taken 24 years to realise what is so important in life, being Happy.

Dreams as an arrogant young girl, I used to tell my sisters that when I grow up, I’d be rich. That’s all I could imagine. How money would make my life complete. I’ve never known where this idea came from or who gave it to me. I was never deprived as a child, and I certainly didn’t have the same materialistic desires I have now.

It seems that being rich is so deep into my psyche ill never know how it got there. Sometimes I wonder if it’s one of my father’s Jewish traits or the French aristocracy from my mother’s side. Well ahem I wish.

But through experiences I’ve seen that money doesn’t make me happy. Yes of course it helps.

At the age of 15 I got my first job working in a flower shop. I soon loved the job. It made me realise that being creative was going to be my destiny.

My enthusiasm meant I picked up the floristry skills quickly. I was soon making Bouquet’s. The pleasure I got from mixing the colours and making something I was proud to sell.

Already having a taste of money, my journey had definitely started. But as I time passed the desire to earn more was greater than the pleasure of staying to do something I enjoyed.

So off I went to take a better wage. The repetitiveness of the job really didn’t encourage me. If anything it made me adamant of what I didn’t want. It wasn’t long before I had missed so many shifts that I was marched to the manager’s office. There they told me to pull my socks up or get out.

By the time I had finished my art foundation at 19, I wanted to earn real money. Or so I thought. So off I took my first banking job. It was here that my biggest lesson was learnt. Working in a corporate environment, it was not like anything else I had experienced. I was eager to move up the ladder and within 6 months, I did. But the pressure and strains of it all slowly ground me down.

Eventually I became incapable of doing my job. I couldn’t motivate myself to carry on. My health went down, and soon I became an underweight, miserable, ill-ridden mess. How could something so simple have such an impact? I just didn’t know who I was anymore.

It was time to change. I had realised no job was going to make me happy or rich, and even if it did, id rather be doing something I loved. So last year I made the all important decision of ditching the Job.

I had to finish off what I had previously started. Where I knew my passion lay. Using my creative ability and imbuing it.

Taking up education may not get me to my previous dreams as a kid but waking up everyday feeling happy, is what I’m all about.